Ian Fleming Novels & Stories

" Mrs. Clemon, your husband asked me to get this for you." Hilda took the package and apologize again. "Sorry for my manner's Mr. Erm.. Sir. Please come in." Samuel laughed and walked him. " I told you not to apologize. Anyways I'm Samuel Fleming. I bet you have heard of me." As Hilda heard him mention his name, she gasped. He his Mr. Fleming. The young master of the Fleming family. He is part of the big four and Nathan's friend. But why is he the one bringing me food?

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.

I searched for a long time, searched countless photos, and finally found the man. His name was Ramon Fleming. I narrowed my eyes and typed the man's name into the search bar. There was a lot of information about Ramon on the Internet. He was the CEO of the Fleming Group, thirty-five years old, married, and had a seven-year-old daughter. The Fleming Group was famous in New York. They often worked with foreign companies. This time Ramon came to New York also to talk about investment. A number of investors in New York had been attracted.