Black Clover Oc Novels & Stories

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.

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"Now is not the time to blame each other; we need to find a herb called Blood Clover, a species of the clover family that has a bright red color and is extremely rare." Diana doubted; she frowned. “Blood Clover? What is it? Why have I never heard of it?” “Rare than a four-leaf clover?” Evelyn asked. Lagan stroked his face, unable to hide his fatigue, answering the above two questions. "It is a scarce medicinal herb, which many people don't know is also normal; in the world, there are not many plants." The room was so quiet that even a strand of hair could make a sound, and we were all the same, extremely nervous.

I ruffle her hair, then stare at the coffee maker, waiting patiently so I can go serve the customers who are waiting. "You're trying to switch the topic, but I'd still let you know that having feelings for a guy like Killian will only make your life complicated. There are good-looking werewolves out there, the ones who aren't smelly though. You can find a nice guy. Or maybe even human. They're not so bad." Clover tells me, her face straightening into seriousness. And I chuckle because her mindset is way too mature for her age. When I set the cups on the tray to fix the coffee, I see Clover sneaking out something from her hoodie pocket, only this time it's not a blood bag, but a bottle that c