Black Clover Fanfic Novels & Stories

He greeted me with a happy birthday with a heart emoji. My heart fluttered and I could feel my face burning red. If he could just stop putting me in a friend zone, but then, he was Kaiden Clark, a future Alpha. He wouldn’t dare choose me as his mate, so I should stop dreaming of becoming his woman. I was scared to confess my feelings towards him, and it is even harder to know that I might be mated to somebody else. I replied with thanks, and he said that he will come to tonight's party. It would just be a small celebration to be held in our backyard.

"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 Silence stretched for a minute between them then Clover added with calculated charm, "I would go for Joshua Hudson. He is not only good-looking, but rich too, way more than you can ever be." "You," Kayden snapped, gritting his teeth. The words spoken by Clover seemed to light his blood. "You haven't seen what the worst looks like, so be wise with your words. You don't want me to come after you." "Well," Clover drew close, keeping her innocent eyes clear, completely in contrast to the previous gaze, "This is not what I want, but watching you coming after me is something I have already seen. Don't worry, you cannot let me off your head from now on." Her smile reached to her eyes this time.

Third Person POV As the week begins, Clover settles back into a rhythm that, on the surface, looks routine, almost boring. Three days a week at the company. Goes to meetings, works on paperwork. She exercises her managerial experience with quiet authority, but beneath that structure, something has shifted. She’s been getting closer to the Blackwoods. Lately, instead of heading home after work, Clover finds herself Ubering straight to the Blackwood estate. She was not invited in any formal way, and it was not announced. Just… welcomed. As if she has always belonged there.

The name was close enough to his that it made me laugh again, short and sharp. “You mean the toxic ex who treated me like a backup plan? Wow, Freudian slip much? And you think bringing up open relationships while moaning her name is going to make me say yes? That’s not honesty, that’s you trying to have your cake and eat it too—except the cake is me and Rhea at the same time.” He stood up, hands out like he was calming a wild animal. “I’m not trying to hurt you. I just… I like you, Clover. More than just the sex. But you keep pushing me away. If you’d let us try being open, maybe we could actually make this work without the jealousy crap.”

Clover's voice sounded before Jonathan. Clover wanted Jonathan to hit on a man? Instantly, Jonathan shot the former a cold glare. Before he could proceed to say anything, Clover was so shocked that he jolted backward and frightfully patted his chest. However, that only lasted briefly as his handsome face then showed unmasked provocation. "You're not backpedaling, are you?" Due to the awkwardness he felt for mistaking Jonathan for flirting with him earlier, Clover wanted him to experience the same feeling.

I hugged, flipping my dark hair behind my back. I could’ve asked Flora to pick me up, but she was busy frolicking with the future Alpha, out in the woods somewhere. Ever since the rogue attack, Flora and Clay have been inseparable and even though I didn’t admit it to Flora…I have been feeling a bit left out. And now, even my boyfriend was ghosting me. “Looks like I’ll be walking home after all.” I rolled my eyes and switched off my phone. If Trevor wasn’t going to answer my call, then I won’t be answering his either.

My heart sinks, and I let the rock fall out of my hands, splashing into the water and washing away the little hope I had. Sam’s just being nice. Saying things to make me feel better. But he’ll never see me the way I want him to. Who am I kidding? I’m Creepy Chloe, the weird girl who wears too much black, brings tarot cards to school, and wrote a fifty-five-page Harry Potter-meets-Charmed fanfic for her eighth-grade creative writing assignment. And Sam is, well, Sam. Smart. Good-looking. Athletic. Normal. As much as I want to believe fate will intervene and Sam and I could end up together, I know the only way it would happen is if everything falls apart and he has to resort to me—his backup p

I smiled back. “Fine..”I stretched my hand out.” Claire Clover.” His rough large palm enclosed mine and the warmth from his palm sipped into my pores. Sending sparks through me. And reminding me of the first time, Alan embraced me into his chest. I drew back really fast. Cradling my hand in my chest. I wasn't expecting the sparks to trigger those not-so-forgotten memories but I guess it is natural for the new mating bond to bring back the old not forgotten memories.

Small pieces of his shoulder were turning into sand right before my eyes. "No, no, no," I cried, pressing my hands against his chest. I tried to pull the starlight from my mark, but nothing happened. I was too tired. I was too empty. Suddenly, I heard footsteps. They were slow and deliberate. I looked up, expecting a guard. But it wasn't a guard. It was my brother, Leo. But he wasn't wearing his weaver’s clothes. He was dressed in the black armor of the Umbra Knights. He held a sword that hummed with a dark, purple light.