Lincoln X Clyde Novels & Stories

he's out there somewhere. Clyde crouched behind a stack of pallets in the alley, shallow breathing, as he fished for his phone. His fingers still shook with an overdose of adrenaline and fatigue as he dialed the number of his most trusted driver, James. The phone rang twice before James picked up, his voice calm and composed despite the late hour. "Mr. Clyde?" James asked, concern laced in his tone. "James, I need you to pick me up immediately," Clyde whispered, his voice firm but low enough

Clyde’s voice suddenly blared through the speaker, her breathing completely ragged and panting as if she had just run a marathon across a football field. A massive, wicked smirk instantly spread across my face. "What exactly are you doing at Jaxon's house at seven in the morning, Clyde?" "I—we—it's not what it looks like!" she stuttered frantically, her words tripping over each other so fast I could barely understand her. "We were just... studying! The tactical hockey blueprints! Jaxon was helping me understand the defensive line positions!" Ace let out a loud, booming laugh from the driver's seat, leaning over toward my phone as he joined in on the teasing and everything.

I got into my car and drove out from the building. I drove towards Clyde's office and when I arrived there.. I gave the valet chauffer my car key and let him park my car. I walked inside and got into the lift. I walked into the office right on time but there's only Clyde. "Where's Vin and Sean?" "They went to the place to measure the new space." "The Hastington wants to make a small golf field so they have to measure again." Clyde said and I nodded. I walked to my work desk and put my bag down. I began to do my work again.

she introduced, stretching her hand for a handshake. Without hesitating, he shook her hands with pleasure. “It's an honor to see you, Mrs Mariah, thank you for honoring our invitation,” he greeted anxiously. “I'm Mrs Clyde, wife of Mr Clyde, founder of CTECH,” Mrs Clyde introduced as they both shook hands firmly. “It's so nice to meet you both. Ryan has told me a lot about you two,” she said with a smile. Ryker frowned as he turned to Ryan. “He has been with you all these while?” Mrs Clyde asked, looking astonished.

He questioned. "So...Sorry Sir, someone just crossed the road".Lincoln explained in a frightened and Confusing voice. "Watch the road". He did not yell at him or blame unlike so much. It was only when the man's cold voice sounded that Lincoln breathed a sigh of relief. Lydia sat up with her hand over her head, her eyes bright as she looked at Clitton sitting upright and cool. Even if it hurts more, she keeps smiling all the time. Clinton looked at her smile and felt extremely uncomfortable.

“Sure thing. Have fun, or whatever.” Clyde was half way through the door when I remembered something else. “Wait,” I called out, causing him to pause, “are you taking your car with you?” “Um…no?” he answered. “Cyrus is driving us there since he has errands to run. And he'll be done with them by the time that we are so he'll just drive us back.” I made a sound of realisation, shooing them outside of my door. Clyde clicked his tongue, ushering Ardyn out of the room in front of him. He left too, sparing me one last worried look before he shut the door.

Clyde smiled, taking the bottle away from me and burying it under his arms. "We should get going now, I have an important class to attend after recess" Cindy uttered and turned around to start going. "Guys" Clyde called and we turned to hear him out. "Thank you for coming," he said in gratitude, his cheeks turning slightly pink. "Also, we must show appreciation to the Lycan, Otis for covering for us" he added and we nodded in agreement. "Get well first, then we can start planning for that" Gus returned and tapped Clyde's shoulder before exiting the room after Cindy.

Clyde smiled and remembered what happened, telling her at the same time. Flash Back** Clyde and two of his men including Lia, one of the black hunters, who happens to be a lady found themselves walking in the woods, quietly. They were looking for vampires, if not them, then, supernatural beings. Clyde's eyes met with one from a distance. He was bending down, growing flowers back from the dead. Clyde gestured for them to stop and they did. "Seen and targeted" He whispered. "Lia?" He called, softly.

“Hey! Hey! “Did you forget what I told you?! “I told you to be civilized! Have some manners! Have you forgotten about this already?!” Clyde turned around and patted the face of the young man standing near him. “Remember what I told you! Don’t you dare get Sir York angry! “He’ll get someone to run you over if he’s in a bad mood! “You’ll die without your own burial spot! “Do you understand me?!” Clyde was showing a faint smile as he said those words casually. An unspeakable sense of coldness and arrogance could be felt in his tone. Xynthia and the others shuddered as soon as they saw the smile on his face.

she explained at length. Clyde didn't say a word and then just hugged the old woman especially since he could see that his grandmother was holding her chest like she was having a hard time breathing normally. "Okay, La. After our deal with The Finest Corporation, I'll follow Claire and pursue her again," Clyde said calmly as he hugged his grandma. "Thank you, grandson. I really love you," the old woman said with a smile and hugged Clyde tightly. No!!! Clyde, please...