Keith Claes Novels & Stories

Keith was dressed in a formal grey shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, making him look more mature and handsome. "Well, it's a waste I came here" said Keith in a mockly disappointed tone. I was upstressed, trying to neutralize my breath, "why did you come here?" I asked Keith. Made my three brothers glance with a screed stare. "Invited Javier." said Keith, "Be the way, I was told to go in with the dad in front, so I just went in just fine?" asked Keith with a bad look. "He's Mr. Pian, my dad's driver. It's okay Keith, take it easy. Here sit down, have you had lunch yet?" said Javier while pulling a chair next to him, allowing Keith to sit at the table with us.

Even to say that wild werewolves, bloodthirsty vampires, and cruel courtesans were around them alone, Rula had to think again. "I'm a doctor," Keith replied with a somewhat confusing confession. So far, Rula has been waiting for any pertinent answers from Keith. "So?" asked Rula. "I've known that since the first time we met." Keith smiled with a knot. He didn't answer, instead sipping the tea in front of him. Keith seemed to be trying to confuse Rula, who looked restless from earlier. The woman couldn't focus, always looking around her as if searching for something. "What about you?" Keith asked back. "What are you doing in Klas Alltas?"

RUBY. “What's going on here?” I turned to see the most handsome man I had ever laid eyes on enter the hall. Dressed in a gray shirt and black pants, his short blond hair was slicked back, accentuating his striking aquamarine eyes. His presence exuded power, and without a word spoken, I knew exactly who he was: Kael, Alpha Frederick's only son. I had seen numerous pictures of him, but his physical presence was far more captivating than I had ever imagined. Kael had been away from home for four years, dedicated to learning and studying how to lead a pack.

I was about talking when Anita came over. "Hmm...What's going on here?" she asked Lexy putting her hand on lexy's shoulder. "Kelsi here is the daughter of our maid that was sent out of the house last month...." Lexy replied her, looking at me with disgust, ".... And she had the guts to lie to me, telling me her dad is abroad overseeing his business there" I felt ashamed of myself that moment. "Wait! What?" Now the whispering coming frim every corner was getting louder, some of the class mate were covering their mouth in shock, including Anita.

Katherine answered. Move on? I couldn't. My entire career was borne of Nikolas. It sounded like such a shallow thing to say but who was I kidding? I got most of my endorsement and shoots because those industries wanted to be on Nik's good side. A large portion of my social media audience were women who simped for Nik because he was young, rich, and equally good-looking. I would lose all that once it became public knowledge that Nikolas Sica had dumped me. Bad publicity could be good publicity but my career would be plunged to the depths of this got out.

“Yes, this ancient sage's secret treasure belongs to the world. He doesn’t have the right to take it! It should be displayed for us to look at it together!” Another old man with a hooked nose and menacing eyes echoed. Claus’ brows twitched, and he was just about to say something when Philip suddenly asked, “Who are you?” The old man with a hooked nose snorted coldly and said, “You’re not worthy to know my name! As long as you hand over the ancient sage's secret treasure, you can leave.” Domineering. Claus whispered into Philip’s ear, “Young Patriarch Clarke, he’s the old family head of the Stafford family in Northfrost, Keith Stafford. His strength should be in the middle of the seventh zone

Claire nodded, grateful for her past acting experience. They were interrupted by the harsh buzz of the doorbell. Kevin turned out to be an older gentleman, in his fifties, with a huge beer belly peeping out from under his tight black ACDC t-shirt. He was virtually bald apart from an unflattering fringe of long straight greasy grey hair around the sides and back of his head. His eyes were protuberant and lecherous. "Hi Kev, this is Claire Bell," Bobby said as he entered the office.

But before he could get to the doors, they opened to let in Caleb Wilson, the CEO, closely followed by the Executive Directors. Dressed in his fitted black suit, snow white shirt, navy and sky blue tie, he made his way to the large conference table. He cleared his throat and beckoned on us to sit as the custom was to stand until he sat. It was a sign of respect. *** Back in the office, Claire knocked at my door. “Can I come in ma’am?” “Sure, you can Claire”, I answered absent-mindedly, my attention fixed on the reports Ken had given me earlier that day.

It was times like this where I really missed talking to Alexis and having her call me out on all my bullshit. I remained like that for what felt like an hour when there was suddenly a knock at my door. “I said 6, I hope you are ready to leave,” came Keith's ever annoying voice from the other side. “And wear something decent or whatever you artists like to wear as long as you look like you weren't trying too much.”

His blue eyes were clear, and his posture was like a tall willow tree swaying in the night breeze. Keith's appearance was the most special one among the four heirs. He was a child with mixed heritage. His dad, York Ritter, was a Zuedaroen, and his mom was a Euranian. Therefore, Keith was regarded as the second most attractive man in Rosseera City after James. At this moment, Keith's blue eyes met the icy blue of the Margarita in his glass. After tasting the wine, he gently wiped the cocktail from his lips with his fingertips. Then, he raised his head and looked over at Summer.