Novel & Cerita Black Clover Fanfiction Crossover

Chloe's POV Our beloved town was more than eighty years old, but the friendship between the Black family and the Crane family had existed for longer than that. It started with my great-grandfather Carl Black and his childhood friend Shane Crane roaming far away from home to become pioneers of the land soon to be known as Lyfette. Their friendship continued on through their sons Lyle Black and Conner Crane. Lyle Black(my grandfather) gave birth to Philip and Sylvester Black. Mr Conner gave birth to Beaumont and James Crane. Philip Black gave birth to yours truly and Tyler.

“Up.” Ren stood on legs that did not feel entirely reliable. Kai rose with him, exchanged a brief nod with Bonnie, and steered Ren away from the table toward the quieter corridor that led to the private rooms. Ren followed without speaking. The club’s noise faded behind them with every step. His mind was still full of the stage — the volume of those moans, the way the sub had taken everything, the casual ownership in Marcus’s hands — and underneath it all the same looping thought: what if that had been him.

Clyde Threatening messages from an anonymous sender kept popping up on my phone. Firstly, I don't know who was behind all of the messages. Somehow, I know the person must be someone close to Everleigh. I mean, why should I go back to Eveleigh? It's impossible. Everleigh and Felix are now married and living their miserable lives together. Why should I go back to her She was some insipid leftover Cobb salad. “ Trash!" I grimaced.

Like it was echoing through every nerve in my body. I knew this peace was too good to last. For four years, I built a life here. A quiet, lovely life. One where I wasn’t Lucas Blackwell’s wife. Just Claire. Just me. And now he was coming to my town. Or worse—he was already here. I looked toward Aiden’s room. The door was cracked open just enough to see the edge of his Cars-themed nightlight. He was still sleeping peacefully. Blissfully unaware of the storm that might be heading our way.

He seemed to assume she was going to accept his offer, which felt like a command. Claire was still desperate to hide the secret of who she was and their connection, not eager to remind him she’d once been the gauche younger sister who had a crush on him that she’d been unable to hide. She also didn’t want to explain to him why she didn’t want him anywhere near her parents, who had become more and more extreme in their views against shifters in the years following Gracie’s death. Besides, she wasn’t certain how shifters felt about her either. Maybe they blamed Gracie and her for having been along with Owen when he had hit the jackknifing semi-trailer that night six years ago.

“But I have never seen a Luna treated like that by her own husband.” “Yes, I saw it myself,” an older Luna interjected coldly. “The way Darius spoke harshly to her. The way he let her be humiliated in public. I actually felt sorry for her.” “If that’s the case,” another murmured, “then who is truly disgracing the Blackthorn clan tonight?” The whispers grew hotter. Yes, the Alphas and Lunas were now openly discussing Reagan and Darius—both members of the Blackthorn clan. “But why would Alpha Valerius carry a Luna whom her own husband doesn’t even acknowledge?”

“So you’d dream of me.” He winks and starts walking away with the rest of my pillows. When he reaches the door, he stops, his hand resting on the doorknob. “If you do kiss another man, pray I never find out about it.” “Are you going to stalk me, Crosswalk?” He shrugs. “In that case, I’ll kiss every man in my pack just to prove to you that you don’t own me.” “I don’t own you. Neither do those men. But… you’re carrying my child.”

“Clover, what’s going on?” Clover pursed her lips nervously and stammered, her entire body shaking like a leaf. “I… I…” At this point, she knew there was no hiding the truth anymore, so she finally admitted it. “Actually… the baby belongs to my ex-boyfriend…” “You b*tch!” Ben swung his arm back and slapped Clover across the face. Ben’s blow struck Clover so hard that she fell onto the ground. She propped herself up and spat out a mouthful of blood that, to everyone’s horror, contained a single tooth!

Clover’s tired voice dragged me back to the present. I looked around me. We were in the graveyard like I told my mate we would be. Clover was scared of graveyards. It was one place she had been chained to when she was kidnapped in the past. She swore she saw ghosts rise out of the graves at night so she never came here. I had ensured she never had reason to be in a graveyard but today, I brought her myself. We were right next to her grave even. I had it dug already. “You know I am scared of this place. If you are not going to kill me, then let’s leave here,” she said in a cool voice that betrayed her fear. “Valens –“

"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?!"