Believing Me Ingrid Clayton Novels & Stories

It was enough for him to make me believe that he was the real Kaleid, despite that I was doubting him a little at that time, but I just ignored it. It was Ingrid who had betrayed me, and pushed me off the cliff along with my wheelchair while we were being chased by the rogue hunters. He was the one who looked at me with a smile due to satisfaction upon seeing me fall off the cliff and fall in the direction of the rogue hunters that were eagerly waiting for my downfall. It was that time that my life had already ended by the hands of his betrayal and by the hands of the rogue who stabbed me hundreds of times. Now I remember it all clearly. I remember his face clearly and this time, it wasn't a

Freda’s POV The floor shifted under my feet. I had never healed someone with the rate of injury Craig had. It had drained every part of me, but if the occasion called for it. I was going to do it over and over again. Clayton stood in front of us, his eyes wide in excitement, then he pointed at me. “I want her too.” Craig didn’t let the words land before pouncing on him. Clayton crashed on the floor, taking with him a few pieces of the furniture in the room. He groaned.

"Is this why you brought me here? To antagonize me? I took the check, I gave it back, it's over! You just can't handle the fact that he loves me, not you! He'll never love you, Ingrid, so get over it!" I've made Ingrid speechless, and I know I should feel bad. But I don't; this woman is clearly insane. I grab my purse and thank her for the coffee. She's still crying, and for a minute I feel even more pity for her. "You need help, Ingrid," I say to her before leaving the coffee shop. **

Lucky Destiny didn't judge me; instead, she was so kind to help me. We took a few selfies together, and we were having a good time until Whitney barged in and, of course, threw insults at me, calling me retarded, as when she walked in, I was asking Destiny to show me something on the phone. “But what can you expect from a prostitute's daughter? Just foolishness.” "That's enough, Whitney. What even are you doing here?” Destiny defended me as she got up. “Well, your friends are here, so I should have asked them to leave then.”

"Mommy!" My chest tightened. I wanted to tell her not to touch me, that I was dirty. A loud thud echoed behind me. I turned and saw that Hanson had collapsed onto the floor. His eyes were red and locked on my body, like he couldn't look away. "M-Melody?" His voice shook, raw and broken. He recognized me. I suddenly remembered something he once told me. No matter what happened, no matter how I looked, he would always recognize me at a glance.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

Elena leaned into him, drawing comfort and renewed strength from his steady, loving presence, understanding that whatever considerable scope this fight genuinely continued revealing, she possessed exactly the coalition, patience, and hard won wisdom necessary to properly continue facing it, one remarkable, carefully coordinated victory at a time. Ingrid called the following morning, her voice carrying visible relief despite the considerable danger her own cooperation had genuinely required. "Thank you," she said simply, once the pleasantries had properly concluded. "For finally, properly ending six years of fear I carried entirely alone." "You deserve considerable credit yourself," Elena sai

When the pack set out on its southward migration, Rebecca Hale, one of our newly appointed young leaders, proposed changing the route at the last minute. She wanted to break away from the main column, take the shortcut past Blackwind Gorge, rest in wild-wolf territory along the way, and live on berries gathered by the roadside. Each wolf would need only half a bag of rations, and we would reach the southern grounds ten days ahead of the main column. Freedom and speed were the whole point. My family had guarded the border of Blackwind Gorge for generations. I knew exactly how deadly that route was. Every year, young wolves who strayed from the pack died in that gorge. Some were flayed by rogu

I already had 20 years less of life… and a pregnancy could reduce my time by… eight or nine months, just enough to carry my baby and bring it into the world, handing it to its father. I felt a lump in my throat and bumped into someone passing by. Yes, I wasn’t even watching where I was going, walking automatically toward a bathroom I didn’t even know the location of. I looked up to apologize and found myself facing… “Ingrid?” My voice trembled. She smiled, something she rarely did. But I wasn’t naive enough to think it was sincere. It was pure sarcasm. “Mrs. Clifford! It’s been a while!” I could’ve called her out for being a tramp and said I knew about her scheme. Instead, I tried to move pa

“Poor, poor Aubrey Sinclair. Hopelessly in love with a Legacy heir, doomed to pine from afar. Tragic, really.” I stared at her, unimpressed. “That’s the best blackmail you could come up with?” Ingrid pouted, undeterred. “Fine. What if I said I’d tell Professor Hawthorne that you were the one who shattered his precious hourglass last week?” My fingers curled around the spine of my book. “You were the one who shattered his precious hourglass last week.” “Yes, but I am an excellent liar.” I exhaled sharply through my nose, shaking my head. “This is insane. Why is this so important to you?”