Michael Clifford Novels & Stories

He changed his clothes, then he headed to the living room. Mr Cliff smiled broadly at Archie and said, “Thank you for coming on short notice, Archie. Let’s go to the study room.” Archie looked at Mr Cliff and asked, “How is Jeff, Uncle Cliff?” Uncle Cliff shook his head and replied, “The inmates are not kind to him. He is thin and haggard.” Archie wasn’t surprised and said, “I am sorry to hear that, Uncle Cliff.” In the study room, Mr Cliff looked at Archie and said, “Mr Geoffrey Lamb nearly put my company on its knees, but I don’t know anything about him. Kindly investigate him and Mr Owen Wells for me.”

There was not really any change in the castle; it still looked the same as he had left it three months ago, except for the increase in the number of cars in the compound. The young man ran to meet Michael to welcome him again. "Good day, sir. I'm sorry about earlier, but I needed to confirm before allowing anybody in, sir." "It's fine, lad," Michael came out of his car and tossed his keys at the boy. "Where's Mr. Clifford?" "He's in the hospital, sir." "Why? Is he sick?" Michael asked. "Yes, sir. So I'm here as a replacement." Mr. Clifford had been the gatekeeper for as long as Michael could remember. He had been working for his family for close to thirty-five years.

Isabella asked staring at Cliff this Time " He is known to be a great man everywhere in double world. no one would ever suspect him to be bad ... right? " Farrell turned to cliff to answer the question, they knew already that he is the achritect of it all. " Well i did " Cliff answered staring at Isabella's eyes " i only did that out of jealousy. He has Hayden and all but i had nothing. i only did that to scare him off, i knew Hayden won't let anything to happen to his beloved father but Guess I'm wrong. i never knew Hayden would leave for the cave so soon, pride won't be able to withstand the shock and sorrow of the news "

He winked at her as he sat on a wooden chair in the pouch. "Ha! I'll never thank you. I know I'll get my ass kicked multiple times over there. Instead of all these, why don't you teach me how to cast spells?" Claire whined. Micheal had revealed some things about himself to Claire leaving out some important details. Micheal is a wizard by nature and had fled from his coven because he was no longer needed because of something he committed which he omitted when telling Claire. He came to the middle of the woods in hopes of getting a new life. He was married at some point in his life but his wife and child died from some unknown illness.

LUNA AQUAMARINE’S POV Clifford’s jaw tightened. His eyes didn’t move from mine. “I’m sorry.” His voice was low. “For what Clinton did. For what they all did.” “You don't need to apologise, Clifford. You had already left the pack to battle.” I said. “But are you sure they are dead?” he asked. “I haven't heard of Alpha Felix among the slaves who got here. Or even Clinton.” I replied, hoping it would make him change the topic.

“The Cliffords’ sphere of influence has always been in Octavia, and they can actually extend the reach of their power up to Yaramoor. Is it possible that it has something to do with the Cliffords’ son? “How is the Cliffords’ son related to Madam Knowles? They’re so close that he was willing to devise a plan to kill Elder Master Knowles for Madam Knowles.” Nolan frowned. “It shouldn’t be Jackie. He’s only in his late 20s. He was still studying in a college in Yaramoor eight years ago, and Elder Master Knowles was already dead back then.” Quincy was startled. “Could it be one of the elders of the Cliffords?” Nolan pondered for a moment, then scoffed coldly. “There’s only one person in the Clif

Alva As I stepped out of the ward for some privacy and space to think. I wondered if I was really going to do it. I swayed thinking about what the presence of Nikolas Sica had brought into the life of my late sister and I. It was impossible to imagine that I would need that monster's help ever again. I looked back at the door to the ward and knew I had no choice. Time was running out and Mr. Sica was the one thing that guaranteed that Samuel remained alive. The blood bank might not have a donor until tomorrow but the Sica enterprise was only a stone throw away from the hospital. Talk about cruel fate. Reluctantly, I searched for his contact. Well, not his. He had probably changed his private

she asked and stop moving, turning to face the two behind her They both look down not giving a response, Claire got angry at this and yell at them “are you both deaf?” “You are both going to spend a long time in the prison” she promised them “Isn’t that too harsh? You are not even sure they are the culprit yet” Michael walk up to her with his hands in his side pocket seeing him now he doesn’t really look that babyish but he’s still kind of cute and handsome “am sorry to intervene I just felt it’s too harsh on the young ladies” he saw her leaving the hall and has followed after her

Cliff let the paper fall back to the polished burl-wood desk. The picture of Rainair standing next to Gideon Taylor on a cruise ship glimmered in the sunlight like a taunting lure. She was smiling, completely unaware her photo had been snapped—whoring little bitch. Her smile alone was enough to set Cliff off on a rampage. He poured himself another glass of Balvenie Single Malt and took a swig of the smooth amber liquor. Rainair was proving to be more of a nuisance than a benefit these days. He had allowed her to run free for long enough. Now it was time to rein her in. The bitch wanted a divorce? Well, that could certainly be arranged.

“You’re sure? Okay, we’ll have to pay him a visit soon.” He hung up and turned to Regina, a flicker of hope in his eyes. “That was Clinton. He didn’t just find a lead- he found a location for Elias Clifford. He’s tucked away in a small town outside the city limits. Clinton thinks he’s been laying low ever since The People’s Watch was forced to close.” “We need to meet with him soon. What day is convenient for you?” Michael asked. “Wednesday is good, I have just one class in the morning. What about you?”