Black Clover Kirsch Novels & Stories

Then she snapped the lid closed and placed it back into the cabinet. Prissy mewed loudly. "Yeah; you're right. I need to get a life." Kiki stirred the mixture, waiting for it to heat, and the scent of warm chocolate filled the house, reminding her of Christmas. She opened the candy jar on the counter, pulled out a peppermint stick, and set it in a mug. When the chocolate was ready, she poured it over the peppermint stick. Steam rose from the mug as the sweet scent of hot cocoa rushed toward her.

She was wearing a flowing skirt with a button-down shirt and horn-rimmed glasses. “Yeah?” Wakely asked as she wiped tears off her face. “Hi, my name is Clara Westbrook.” She smiled at her. “I am a non-fiction author and would love to do a collaboration with you to write about your experiences. To get the truth out there.” “Um…” Wakely was just trying to get through everything, and now another person was going to harass her about what happened.