Black Clover About Novels & Stories

I was far away from everything else now, my heart thumping fast as the thought of seeing Marcy again sent chills down my spine. As I arrived at the mountains now, I spotted the tree – the Black Clove beneath the moonlight, twisted and spun in a mysterious way that earned it its recognition. It was just as I remembered and even thee surrounding environs had not changed one bit. “Here we are…” I couldn’t spot anything or anyone around. It was almost impossible to do so when it was midnight and if anyone hung around the Black Clove, it would be tourists alone. This area was not a residential area.

The Black Cliff. Sixteen years earlier. That spring day Johannes was lying on a hill catching few rays that were shining through gloomy clouds. He was nibbling on a grass blade, lazily looking at a flock of sheep: yellowish and light gray wool balls were plucking juicy clover that covered the whole hill. From time to time the animals bleated at each other as if exchanging words, and tried to push their fellows away from the most delicious areas of grass.

"You have no idea how much I yearn for this day to come. Her neck, the curves of her breasts, her slender legs. I lust for them all." "We would've succeeded if he hadn't appeared!" He shifted his attention to the speaking man. "He?" "Kyle Lee." "Ah... The rising star." *** Clover twitched her brows as faint voices floated to her ears. A warm flood of orange light fell onto her lids. Not bothered by them, she brushed away the itch on her face and stuck her leg out of the cotton blanket to continue her sleep. All of a sudden... "WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOUR BRAIN?!"

The wind shifted, carrying the scent of coming rain. And something else. Change. Evie didn’t know it yet— But in three weeks… Black Claw wouldn’t belong to them anymore. It would belong to her.

The moment their eyes met, he exclaimed in surprise, "Winona?" Winona had not yet recovered from the shock of being called 'Mommy' by a strange child when she heard the little girl's father accurately call out her name. She studied the man's face carefully, searching her memory. Yet, she still came up empty. "I'm sorry, but who are you?" Seeing her bewildered expression, a trace of disappointment flashed through the man's eyes. He said, "I'm Julian Grove. I was two years ahead of you in school. We were in the same club. Do you remember?"

He was none other than… "Clover!"

I have never seen him text anybody or even do social media. “I will give you someone's number, so you can look into him,” Clover smacked her lips together, “How do I look?” “You look good,” I said without looking at her. “Whatever,” Clover said, and I sighed, “I don't care what you do; all I know is by the end of the holiday, I will have a free 100k$ in my account.” I sighed again, I couldn't believe that money would leave my account, “Nothing might happen so I might be the one getting the free 100k$”

He took his hand away from Clover's hair and cleared his throat, "What happened next?" Clover rested her right cheek on her hand, "Mom fixed me a date with Noah. I just came after meeting him." "Oh," June muttered, unsure of what to say. Clover continued, "Noah and I agreed to divorce with each other once we get hold of our own companies." June nodded, "When...when are you guys marrying?" Clover pursed her lips before answering, "We will have a spring wedding. And we are getting engaged on New Year's Day."

“You look like you got handled.” I press my lips together. “…I did.” Silence. Then: “OH MY GOD.” “Lower your voice!” “I’m whispering!” she whisper-yells, gripping my arm tighter. “Was it him?? Tattoo guy??” I don’t answer. Who else? Clover steps back slightly, staring at me like she just unlocked a secret. “Okay,” she says, collecting herself. “Okay. Wait.” She runs a hand through her hair. “First of all—”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. “I’m going to kill you! Do you hear me?” her voice echoed. “We have to go,” she said. “Not back to Ezra.” “What are you doing?” Clover took control over me. “Where are we going?” I demanded. “Somewhere safe,” she replied. *** I must have run for hours when Clover finally gave up control I was too exhausted for anything else. I woke up in a pile of wet leaves. My skin crawled. The sun was gone and all that was left was a sky full of twinkling stars. We didn’t get this many stars in Whispering Hollow.