101 Dalmatian Street Clarissa Novels & Stories

“And do you think the future Luna needs permission to visit a blind traitor?” They exchanged glances before reluctantly stepping aside. The door creaked open, revealing a dim, musty room with rough stone walls. Chains clinked softly from inside. Clarissa sat cross-legged on the floor, her once-lustrous hair matted and tangled. Her eyes, milky and clouded, stared blankly ahead. She was pale, thinner. Yet something about her still radiated quiet strength. She tilted her head. “Helen.” Her voice was calm. Too calm.

Agnes asked, leaning against the doorframe. “Sherlock’s taking me to his company today. When I walk in, I want every single person to turn and stare. I wasn’t born to be ordinary,” Clarissa said with a confident smirk. “And that’s the spirit,” Agnes grinned. Clarissa glanced at the time on her Rolex. “Ugh, I’m almost late. That old man’s been waiting forever,” she huffed, grabbing her sunglasses and rushing out. Agnes simply watched her go, shaking her head.

Once the first spoon of rice came in contact with her tongue, she spat out the food from her mouth. "What the hell!" she exclaimed. She got up, and asked the servant to clear the table while she went up the stairs to Lucian's room, she knock slightly on the door but there was no response. She paces up and down in front of the door. Dylan who was heading downstairs meet Clarissa pacing up and down and he wondered why. Clarissa almost bump into Dylan, " Oh my goodness! " she yelled startled at the sight of someone. "Are you okay?" Dylan said as he placed a comforting hand on Clarissa's shoulder.

To lighten the mood, Clarissa amusingly told her about the heated fight she just had with Diane, leaving out her suspicion. After the phone call, Clarissa realized her bracelet was missing. She knew immediately she must have dropped it during her scuffle with Diane. Without a second thought, she hurried back to Jason's mansion to search for her bracelet. On her way there, she saw Dr. Fletcher, who always prided himself on being upright and perfect, walking suspiciously into an unconventional alleyway that is rumored to lead to an underground Mafia-dom. There had always been something sketchy about that man and she knew it. Now, she needed proof.

She was sitting appropriately on the cushioned window bench in the living room, reading a paperback novel. Then suddenly the sharp growl of an engine ripped through the initial peace. Clarissa blinked, her head snapping up when she saw the black vehicle tearing up the driveway at an alarming speed. Her book slipped from her hand and hit the floor. Clarissa shot to her feet. “God, he’s really angry.” A few minutes later, Damien stormed in, the front doors flung wide under his push, and he halted briefly near Clarissa, whose nervous smile and light greeting barely made it past her lips before he interrupted her harshly.

she tried thinking harder and then her face lit up as she remembered a place. "I remember a place. It's a basement in the house of the late Alpha Donald. We all used to spend some time in the basement alone" "Let's go there, then" The both of them rushed out of the house and got back into the car, this time Damien had taken control of the wheels. He pulled the car onto the dark road and drove off. He had only drove for some minutes when Clarissa's phone rang. She picked up the phone and it was from a maid in the mansion where Hazel was staying.

"Hardly anything. No photographs. Nothing. I know Milton Taylor must know so much more than he lets on." "If there is anything I know about you, Clarissa, it's that you are determined and tenacious. You won't let Milton Taylor's stubbornness stop you getting to the island, even if it means you have to swim across in the dead of night and break in. You are like a pit bull when following a story. Now, relax and tell me why you sound so tense. Any more visitations?" Clarissa bit her bottom lip. She'd never lied to Liz before and wasn't going to start now. Her friendship meant too much.

"I was trying to tell the same thing for the past minutes but you both weren't listening to me." "Well, now I am listening to you and we have to leave right now. Forget about Esmeralda. That old witch is better to get lost and got into a hit-and-run accident." I pulled both of them outside the shop before I encounter another episode of that. "Clothes, buttoned eyes, nightmares-" Clara was listing them up as what I've said so far. "What are you doing?" Iva asked her but she shushed her. Continuing the list, "Eating and drinking clothes... hmmm...."

Clarissa muttered while saying a silent prayer. In the end, Clarissa decided to pack. She tried her best to protect her baby from external forces, using her hand as a shield on her stomach. However, as soon as she pulled over, Clara hit her car’s accelerator and, without any other thing in mind, drove straight into her car.

The bark of a dog disrupted the trance that Clarissa had stepped into. Her fingers slightly uncurled from the knock, and then, she turned. It was like she didn’t see anything at first, and the overly bright area had turned dark. But as her eyes adjusted, she realized that there was a stream of light coming from somewhere around the area. The dog barked once more jolting her slightly. She looked down, and caught the blue eyes of a dog looking right at her, as she kept barking. Clarissa swallowed the sudden lump in her throat.