101 Dalmatian Street Clarissa の小説・ストーリー

KLAIRE I almost held my breath as I slowly exited my room. It was dark all around. It was one o’clock and it was time for me to escape. Even my chest was throbbing with nervousness for fear that my father might catch us. But still I tried to be brave. I also wants to get away far from here. Be able to start a new life. My Nana Rosa is waiting downstairs. The step I took was light trying not to make any noises. My Nana Rosa hugged me when I reached the ground. Her eyes are wet.

Clara carefully observed her surroundings. She was afraid that she would be discovered by security. She had never been a stalker before. To execute the plan perfectly, she gathered all of Jonathan's information. She wanted to make sure he fell in love with her quickly. Marble will return to her.

"My darling, all I want is to be your moon and show you all the little stars of my heart" ~ Alexandra Vasiliu (Author of BLOOMING) "Daisy" I turn around hearing Salvatore's familiar voice, he makes his way to the balcony, my back is leaning against the railing as I patiently wait for him to come. He parts away the sheer curtains, the crease on his forehead instantly relaxes after seeing me.

Can you come see us? I almost scoff. She wants me to come and see her? That’s ridiculous. I read the second one. [Mum: We haven’t heard from Clarissa. She was last seen at the Romano mansion. So you think Dante has done something to her? Do you think he knows the truth?]

Dante was a step behind, tense and alert. Clarissa's call wasn't one I could've ignored. Not with her voice shaking like that. When we saw the open door of her room, we hurried in, and I froze at the uncanny sight in front of me. Clarissa was sitting on the floor of her room, her hands pressed hard against a towel soaked in blood. Her hair was a mess, her eyes wide and frantic. She was trying to stop the bleeding while she whispered something under her breath that sounded like a prayer or maybe a plea.

'You're getting closer. Turning a corner, I walked into the living area and looked out at the balcony that overlooked the city. She stood leaning against the railing with a smile on her face. Her gorgeous hair was flowing against the breeze and cascading down over her bare shoulders. The white and floral maxi dress she wore hugging her figure perfectly. "You found me," Clarissa said, smirking. "I will always find you." Taking my strides quickly, I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her in close, my lips crashing down up hers as we kissed feverishly until we were both gasping for air. "Never do that to me again, Clarissa."

I managed to smile, not wanting to come off as rude, even though her greeting had been somewhat sarcastic. “You must be Clarissa?” the older woman inquired, her voice exuding authority. I realized she was the matriarch of the Mexican mafia, ruling without a male counterpart. She was highly feared in the mafia world and had played a significant role in helping Dominic reclaim the Italian mafia. I smiled at her, maintaining a calm demeanor despite the unease that coursed through me. “Yes, I’m Clarissa,” I responded, my voice unwavering. I noticed a fleeting emotion in her eyes—something I couldn't quite identify. It appeared and vanished before I could fully comprehend it.

Clarissa wasn’t a piece in this game; she was the prize. My phone buzzed again with one final message. This one wasn’t text; it was a photo of Clarissa in a dim hallway, her face streaked with tears. Behind her, in the corner of the frame, I could swear I saw something that looked like a silhouette in a dark mask, and my heart stopped. Clarissa really was running from me, but now she was running straight toward the Cloak.

Clarisse's kindness was a tool I could use, a pathway to Tiffany's downfall. As we walked through the bustling streets, I observed Clarisse closely. She was genuinely warm and inviting, her laughter infectious. It was hard to believe that someone so kind could be involved with someone as malicious as Tiffany Davis. I needed to win her trust, become her confidante, so she would listen to my warnings about Tiffany. In her luxury villa, I saw glimpses of Clarisse's life—elegant furniture, tasteful art, and the subtle scent of expensive perfume lingering in the air. It was a world far removed from my own, yet I needed to navigate it to achieve my goal.

“I hope she tells you the good things.” Adrian laughed. “Most of it.” Clarissa purposely glanced at her watch. “Oh well, I have to go home soon, otherwise my mom will look for me. See you tomorrow, Diana. Bye, Adrian!” “Aren't you coming with us?” Adrian offered, making Clarissa shake her head. “No, thanks, Adrian, I have a motorbike, parked in the back.” After saying that, Clarissa walked away, leaving Diana standing alone face to face with Adrian.