101 Dalmatian Street Clarissa นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He leaned in and whispered something into Dante’s ear that made our alpha mate blush. “Let’s get you home, then.” Dante helped Clarissa into the vehicle. “I’m sure I could put together the sandwich.” “Does that mean I get to guess on the dessert?” I wasn’t sure what it was, but I was a 1,000 percent game. “Oh, I’m gonna need both of you for that one.” Clarissa winked. “Take me home, mate.” And we did, for both dinner and dessert.

) Tatia thanked her and paid the bill ignoring Clarissa’s protests, making her sigh helplessly. “De rien. À bientôt.” (You’re welcome. See you soon.) Clarissa said as she walked her to the door and shook her head in amusement when the old woman stole one of her newly made candles from the counter right in front of her eyes before leaving the store. Tatia is such a mischievous old woman, Clarissa thought and resumed her mopping after checking the time. She should make haste. Otherwise, the customers keeps flowing in. The bell rang at the front door after five minutes and she groaned softly, still struggling to scrape the wax stains from the wooden floor.

​ A chill washes over me, “please don’t-“ ​ Sharp nails wrap in my blonde hair and yank me forward till my neck snaps. I face startling, icy blue eyes and a scrunched nose. ​ “Do you speak?” The girl breathes in my face. ​ Afraid, I nod. ​ Her lips crook into a snakey smile, “Good. I’m Clarissa, and I couldn’t give less of a fuck who you are.” ​ People in the crowd laugh. Sweat beads over my lip, and I dart my eyes around, hoping for someone to help me. ​ Of course, no one does. ​ Clarissa takes a long whiff and gags, "Cinnamon and Strawberries? Really?”

The moment the call connected on the third ring, Clarissa drew in a long, deliberate breath, letting her melodic voice warp into a freezing, venomous hiss laced with homicidal intent. "Hello, Papa? It’s Clarissa. Darren just walked out on our wedding night... and I know exactly where that poor male whore is hiding him."

So many things about her presence made my stomach curl tight. What if he ended up liking her? She was everything I wasn’t. Calm, funny, wealthy—judging from this luxurious car and her wristwatch, intelligent, and mature. I squeezed my eyes shut and leaned back slowly, letting the world fade before me. Soon, I heard Damien say ‘here’ and I opened my eyes to see our gate looming ahead of us. Clarissa drove in after the security cleared her upon seeing Damien in the passenger’s seat.

And, I was really scared he might actually barge in here. 'I’m really sorry for putting you through this. You should have my contact just in case.’ She took a piece of paper, snagged a pen from the counter, wrote down her number and gave it to Maddy. ‘Here is it. My name’s Clarissa and I live down the street. Thanks once again.’ With that she waved at Maddy and walked to the door where Marley was already waiting.

And if Isabella was bait, Damian needed to know who was holding the line. He stepped into the guest room without knocking. Clarissa stood at the window, wearing a silk slip the color of spilled champagne. Her hair was pinned loosely, lips freshly painted, as if she were preparing for a seduction or a confession. She didn’t turn to face him. “How long,” Damian asked, voice low, “have you been selling people?” Clarissa smiled slowly. “Oh, Damian. Always so direct. It’s one of the things I admired about you.” He moved closer, not flinching. “Answer the question.”

Her eyes fixated on the younger girl with her eyes indicating a hint of malice and possible rage towards the girl. “Mom, you don’t understand! She’s not who she’s used to be! She’s vile and evil! She hurt Dianne, remember? Isn’t that a disgrace to the household?! What face can we show to the Dencio household now?! She even offended the young missy of the Buenaventura household! She’s going to get us into trouble!” Clarise kept on shouting, her temperament finally revealing her true colors to the world.

*********** DIANA's POV: Her emotions were in turmoil as she drove home to her condo. Her rival had returned to Reed’s life once again. She hadn't even succeeded in her plan to marry Reed yet! And now, everything was ruined again… because of that Clarisa! Why did she have to come back? Why couldn't she have just disappeared forever or died? She was furious… What would happen to her and Kiel now? What about her child? Was she really doomed to be a single mother forever? She had to find a way to get rid of that Clarisa again!

"Where's my grandchild from the Luna?" The silence that follows is the loudest thing I've ever heard. My mouth opens. Closes. The words I practiced this morning have completely disappeared. Damon's jaw tightens. The muscle jumps in his cheek. His eyes stay on his plate. Not on me. Never on me. "Oh, don't pressure her, Alpha." Clarissa's voice cuts in, smooth and warm as honey poured over something sharp. Her expression tilts toward me, soft with false sympathy. "Some wolves just aren't built for motherhood."