Bellamy And Clarke In The Books Novels & Stories

Clarke gave Derek a hostile glare at the sound of the question,his nostrils flare outwards with rage as anger thrummed through his veins. “Who is Robertson Audrey??!!”he asked while marinating in resentment. “Would you let go of my neck let me speak??” Derek whose skin was flushed in red and had veins protrude his forehead pleaded under his breath. Clarke lets go of him when he felt Derek's life leaving him. “Fucking hell!!" Derek squeals in pain as he hold his neck as though preventing it from falling. “Baby.... Robertson Audrey is a fucking blackmailer” Clarke turns away from him in resentment...he wasn't falling for his lies.

Bamby made a splendid introduction. “Oh my, you were not lying. She truly resembles Amparo Muñoz. She looks divine!” Berry exclaimed. “Nice to meet you Sir Berry,” Clarissa said while extending her hand to give the designer a handshake. Berry took Clarissa’s hand and said, “I am so pleased to finally meet you in person, Clarissa. You know Bamby has been talking about you non-stop since you encountered each other months ago. And now I believe him. You truly look like a top model,” Berry said.

She had a glass of red wine; I had chamomile tea. Appearances are hard to keep, but necessary. Clarke’s fiancée didn’t trust me. I could feel it. But she liked the game too much to stay away. “And I can’t believe Clarke’s finally settling down,” I added, testing her. “He’s such a… wild spirit.” She laughed. “You think?” But there was a crack in it. A splinter. Something too forced. I sipped. Watched. Waited. “I mean,” she continued, a little too casually, “all of you seem to be partnering up now. It’s sweet. Clarke and I, you and Mason. The Whitehills must love stability.”

Gehrmann, livid, deleted everything related to Clarissa. If she could block him, he could do the same. Let her keep him blocked forever!

I walked straight to the counter, ignoring the curious glances, and met the bartender’s eyes. “Ten Bloody Marys.” Richard’s earlier words still lingered somewhere in my chest, steadying me… but they weren’t enough to drown everything else. Thoughts of Laura still plagued my mind. Her name alone was enough to make my wolf tense. She had torn my life apart piece by piece, leaving nothing untouched. Tonight, I didn’t want to think. I just wanted silence. “Clarke’s still in Drakoria,” Richard said beside me, his tone shifting back to business. “He blew all his money gambling. He’s hiding from debt collectors. I can’t drag him out, so Nora thought maybe you’d have a safer plan…”

In its place came clarity. Bruce Blake thought he was untouchable. He thought he had won because the law bent for him. After all, fear kept people quiet, because history suggested he always landed on his feet. He hadn’t planned for me. I leaned my head back against the seat and closed my eyes, already replaying everything I knew about him. His habits. His tells. His dependencies. The way he confused control with intelligence. Clarissa had survived the fall, and that was his mistake. The fight wasn’t over. It had simply changed hands, and this time, I wasn’t offering warnings. I was coming for him.

They walked towards our table, laughing to themselves as they came. I stiffened, fingers tightening around my glass. Micheal noticed immediately. “You don’t have to deal with them,” he said quietly. Before I could respond, Blake was already standing beside us. “Clarissa,” he drawled, eyes scanning me like he was looking for a sign that I wasn’t doing good after he broke up with me. “ i didn’t expect to see you here, I thought you’d probably be begging on the streets by now” Monique crossed her arms smirking. “ or probably looking for a way to crawl back.”

** Clarisse stood on the balcony of the Vendrake mansion, snow clinging to her hair and fur coat. She stared into the distance with a deadly gaze. “If Adrian wants to step on Vendrake territory...” Clarisse muttered. She smiled slightly, the smile of a woman who chose to survive by destroying. “...then I will destroy his trust first.” The winter wind carried whispers of the next war. And Cassel—with Enola and Damian in the middle—could only wait to see which demon would fall first.

"That's precisely it. Adi shouldn't be a fierce girl. You should get a sweet and caring girl. I heard the girl likes to get drunk too. Can you imagine, Adi, this calm guy, going out with her? Who? Clay? Her name isn't nice either." Yes! Clarissa was right! They were talking about Adimasta and her. Clarissa's blood was boiling. She put down the book she was holding and she quickly walked around to bump into the girl. "Hey, you guys come with me." With an angry face and glowing eyes Clarissa looked at the two girls and led them out of the library. Suddenly, the two girls were stunned. Clarissa stood in front of them with a scary face! The two of them followed Clarissa out of the library. Clari

Clarke smiled the moment she saw me, and then her eyes went soft. “Sup homegirl? Who died?” She asked. She grabbed her chemistry book from her locker and then slammed it shut. “Your face looks all depressed and edgy. Did Stanley call off the date? I will break his face.” She punched the locker door. “No,” I sighed, leaning down to grab the earphones from off Roger's head. “I'm moving.” Clarke's mouth dropped open, and her chewing gum fell to the floor. “No!” “Yes,” I replied, shrugging my shoulders and trying not to cry.