Michael Clifford Novels & Stories

Chief Justice Sithole dialed Doreen’s number and said, “Hello, Senior Prosecutor May. I am so disappointed in Jeff Cliff. How could he provoke Mr Wells’ client? I just received a call from Mr Wells demanding that I revoke Jeff Cliff’s licence with immediate effect. Please investigate this matter for me.” Doreen decided to tell Chief Justice Sithole the truth and replied, “Sir, my husband and I were hosting Michaela and her husband at Hi Grace Hotel when Jeff Cliff walked into our private room without invitation. Then he started hurling insults towards Michaela. Jeff thought Michaela’s husband was Thorne because he was his replica. When he realized his mistake, it was too late. I am so disapp

He thought to himself and quickly he dashed towards Martin's house. The house was unusually silent with the maids out of views. Clifford Dark walk in through the hall without saying any word until he arrived at the gracious living room. There he met Martin sitting on one of the couch looking sober. the man failed to noticed him at first until he called upon him. Martin jerk back to reality at once, he immediately get on his feet when he saw Cliff. " I'm not here to fight " Cliff quickly says " I'm only here for my godson, is he anywhere in here? "

His chest rose and fell fast, eyes wide, lips parting in disbelief as they found mine. My throat tightened. My heart cracked wide open. “Cliff—” But then my eyes caught movement— a shadow slithering from behind him. Clinton? How did he move there soo fast? His twisted jaw gleamed in the torchlight, his scarred face warped in something that was almost a smile and a blade in his hand glistened. My heart stopped. “CLIFFORD—LOOK BACK!” I screamed, voice tearing from the depths of me. Clifford’s eyes widened, and turned back. But it was too late.

“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.

" It is just that since you started speaking, you never mentioned the name of this guy. Thought you said you ran a full search on him. " " Kane is right. " The director said. " We need every information we can get about him to be sure of what we are actually doing. " Helen smiled. " And who said I do not already have the information? I thought you were about to mention something that I do not already have with me. " " That is cool then." Agent Wills said. " His name is Mike . Mike Clifford." " Clifford?" The director asked. " Yes, Clifford. " Helen replied. " Is anything wrong with that?"

the man said. To our surprise, suddenly a dagger appeared in both sleeves of his coat. Even though he was still tied, he still managed to move his hands upward and slice the rope. Even though I was still annoyed with the man, I still could not stop being amazed. Just what kind of training did these Hunters have? Aunt Kyndra's eyes narrowed. “Are you an Executioner?” In response, the man raised the hem of its top and on the left side of the stomach was stamped ‘Tre’. “You can call me Cliff, short for Clifford. So, where are we going?” he asked with a smile, as if excited for his next adventure.

Clifford helped his mum to bed and bid her farewell. He kissed her forehead and turned off the light. "See you tomorrow mum." "Okay, son." He closed the door gently and left. As he got to the hall, he met Nicole. Nicole approached him in a seductive manner. Nicole : Hi, handsome.. Clifford : Nichole, what's the meaning of what you are doing? She advanced more strong towards Clifford, caressing his face and trying to kiss him.