101 Dalmatian Street Clarissa Novels & Stories

I softened my expression, reaching out slowly, but not touching him. “I am your real mate,” I said gently, “I always have been.” His jaw tightened again. “And Clara?” he asked, his voice quieter now. I let out a soft breath, my gaze dropping. “She is a fraud, Damien,” I whispered. “A manipulative, power-hungry witch who only saw an opportunity and took it.” From the corner of my eyes, I could see he believes it, and that's a good sign. So we will wait until we leave here.

"Don't be rude sweetie, someone like you isn't supposed to be here in the middle of the road, what's the problem dear? He questions leaning close to her, but she wasn't willing to tell him anything or tell him her issue. "Please leave me alone and go your separate ways, okay? I don't need your help or your Sympathy". Dennis decide to leave her and see what will happen afterwards because he knows this place to be a bad place where a lady like her can likely be rape or kidnapped. Without hesitation, he went back to his car and waited for the unexpected to happen. Clara crossed to the other side of the road and turned to one direction but not quite long. She saw some group of guys and decided t

Instead, it strengthened them. Emelia makes a beeline for her, and Clara gets up, ‘Young lady,’ she gasps. The likeness was so uncanny that Emelia could not stop but stare at her, ‘I’m sorry,’ she said shakily, ‘if I scared you.’ Clara stuttered, ‘I.. no.. don’t…,’ she cleared her throat, tears brimming in her eyes. It was now or never, ‘Would you and your husband mind sitting down with me..us, and hear me out before you leave?’

She wondered what race would be the first to reply to the summons. A foot stepped through and then an arm. The first race was human. She held her breath, anxious to meet them for the first time. When the woman stepped through, Clarissa felt a sudden jolt of excitement. She was expecting a stranger. But she was thrilled to see a friendly, familiar face. Arcadia looked around the room, as her eyes adjusted to the lights. Her assessment quickly landed on Clarissa and she smiled widely. In her left hand, she held a leash that was attached to a beautiful white wolf.

The dog was still small, and it followed its owner’s slow pace. A person and a dog basked in the sunlight. Clarissa wore a short-sleeved white sweatshirt, black shorts, flip-flops, and casually tied her hair in a bun. Her fair face seemed to glow under the sun. She was nearsighted, so she wore round glasses. Almost everyone passing by would glance at her because she was just so beautiful. At that moment, Clarissa felt utterly low. She crouched down and gently stroked the Samoyed’s soft fur.

POV: Damon He didn’t need to be told Clarisse had gone to Elara. He could smell it in the air when his phone lit up with the discreet alert from the security feed he’d slipped into her building weeks ago. The woman never moved without leaving a trail of perfume and poison.

“What is your wolf like?” “Hmm,” Clarissa hummed, her lips wearing a pretty smile. ”She is so, so beautiful. Her furs are really majestic.” Clarissa’s head tilted toward the ceiling. "She soothes me each time I let her out. Her fast paces, her gnarls, her whimpers, I feel them all, and I,” her chest rose and fell significantly as she played with her gown, “love her. So, so much.” “Does she know?” Zara decided to take the dangerous path she had been avoiding.

Clarissa was just outside Nove Manor. She broke into a smile as her eyes gleamed with glee, realizing that her single phone call had successfully summoned Clifford to her side. She mused that Seraphine would never win against her since she could pull Clifford away with just one phone call. She then thought that even if Seraphine deserved hell, Clifford deserved it even more. She watched Clifford get into his car before instructing the cab driver, "Please take me back to the hospital."

Clarissa called from around the corner, clearly unaware that I was there. “Clarissa, I think-” Damien began to speak. “No, Damien, wait,” I stopped him from sending her away. I continued to undress, letting my pink pants slip down my long pale legs. I heard Damien’s breath catch. “Katla, what are you–”

“You shall have this. And everything else in here. As much as I want to see you try on each piece, I’m already two seconds away from taking you right here and right now.” He licks his lips, taking another eyeful before shaking his head. “Go ahead and get dressed. I’ll wait for you out here.” He leans forward and plants a tender kiss on my forehead before tearing himself from the dressing room. When I emerge, I am nearly floored by Clarissa standing at the door looking like somekind of robert, waiting to collect the lingerie. She gives me a phony smile before brushing past me and I am tempted to turn around and snatch the pretty blonde hair right off her head. Not out of jealousy though- for