101 Dalmatian Street Clarissa Novels & Stories

I stood up from the cold tiles with renewed strength. I was no longer the girl who obeyed his every command even though i was hurting, the girl who was scared to lose him, the girl who waited for him to choose her. I was Clarissa hart, daughter of one of the wealthiest men in the city, a woman who had willingly given her life to the wrong man. Not again. Today I would take the first step. I would see my parents again. The parents I haven’t seen for years, the parents I didn’t get to hug one last time before my death, Blake made sure of that

Talk about being a heavy sleeper. "I can't believe I have to carry you,"I mumbled to myself,as I dragged him throwing him on the coach. I changed into something cold as a noticed a text on my notification bar.Checking the text I realized it was Ella James the lady who I sold the Morrone's land.She was inviting me to a masked dinner at her place. After the house burned down three years ago the bodies were ashes so the family decided to burry empty caskets during the funeral.

I put some makeup over my face with Rouge Splash shade lipstick to my lips and pulled out my black stone earrings and wore them. I took my purse and walked over to my footwear column and took my black high heels out, I wore them and stared at my reflection, A satisfied smile made its way up to my lips as I watched my reflection in the mirror. I turned around and my phone began ringing really loud, I quickly took it out and glanced at the caller id. It was from Lydia. I answered it, "Hello" "Hello Clarissa, come down, we're waiting for you," she said through the phone,

But inside, she knew, as much as it tore at her heart, that she couldn’t keep her daughter in hiding forever. “Mommy! Don’t let me go, please!” Clarissa begged, her voice high-pitched and tearful as she clung to Carmela with desperate hands. Her wide, frightened eyes locked onto her mother’s, searching for reassurance that would never come. Carmela’s heart shattered at the sound of her daughter’s plea. Clarissa, once so full of joy and innocence, was now consumed by fear, and it was Carmela’s fault. She had failed to keep her safe from the cruelty of the world. The words twisted in her chest, but she couldn’t bring herself to speak the truth: there was nothing left to protect Clarissa from t

"Have you had breakfast, Clarissa?" Clarissa nodded. "Yes, I have." Then, looking around, she asked, "Where's Mr. Lamont?" Luana looked upstairs. "Probably having one of his mental episodes in his room." Clarissa was taken aback for a moment, then, as Luana led her to the garden's resting area, she asked, "You just called Dorian a psychopath?" Luana nodded and sat with her on a small sofa. A maid promptly brought coffee and desserts.

ERICA I was scrubbing down the living room floor, the smell of lemon cleaner filling the air as I worked, when I heard the unmistakable sound of heels clicking against the tile. I looked up to see Clarissa walking in, her designer bag slung over her shoulder and a smug expression on her face. She stopped in the doorway, her gaze flicking over me with barely concealed distaste. “Where’s Raffael?” she asked, her tone sharp, as if my presence alone was an inconvenience.

she said calmly. Damien exhaled sharply, pacing the floor. “I have asked everyone. No one is saying anything. The guards won’t answer me, and the staff is acting like they have been warned. And now—this?” He gestured wildly around the room. “You cannot even leave the house?” Clarissa said nothing, and her silence only deepened his frustration. “Did you do something?” Damien asked, his voice dropping to a low, accusatory whisper. After a long pause, Clarissa smiled faintly. “Careful, Damien. That question carries weight.”

stammered Clarissa Clara Tokwin at the boundary between her life and her death, pointing at Wenny Kammal. “It was her who’d planned to ruin and destroy Sumico Kammal, Mr. Virando… She forcefully dragged and involved all of us in these plans of hers, Mr. Virando… Please… Please… Let go… Let go… Let go of your hand from my neck…” begged Clarissa Clara pitifully. She was more and more frightened inasmuch as her quietus had been drawing to a close and to a close. “How dare you to work together, to cooperate to ruin and destroy my Sumi Darling! How dare you! You think I’m just an ordinary person not being able to do anything to take care of my Sumi Darling, not being able to protect my Sumi Darli

“Trust me, okay? You and I are making a detour.” Reluctantly, I let him take Deimos from me and follow him through Darius’s pack house to the cars waiting out front. Clarissa stands on the lawn, ready to say her goodbyes. She is huge, sweating like it’s the middle of summer and not the first days of winter. She hugs me, and won’t let go. “Come back and visit, okay?” “I will. Take good care of yourself and the pup,” I say on autopilot. I don’t really care.

She quickly runs towards the room next to her, then asks the head. “How may I be of help to you, my lady?” she asked, while looking at the floor. The headmaster of the orphanage’s name is Baroness Christie Blair of the Blair Family. She’s married to the Baron of Blair, who’s close to the 3rd son of the late Emperor, Emperor Julius. “Did you really clean this room?!” she asked Clementine. “I did, lady Christie,” she replied. “Clean this room again, and if I saw another speck of dust in here, you will receive another punishment, understand?” the Baroness shouted as she threw the rag on Clementine’s face, then left the room.