Black Clover Opening 10 Novels & Stories

Molly POV I waited until Clover said she couldn't sense anyone in the other room and slowly tried the handle. I had never tried the handle before because I didn’t want to risk having to deal with the three of them when I knew there was a good chance that they would just use a tranquillizer on me again. As I slowly opened the door I listened for any movement. The room was dark but I realized I could see better than normal. “That would be my add senses,” Clover whispered.

~Alayasia~ Clover and I were in the middle of a conversation when I felt his presence. I hoped that if I stayed still and didn’t open my eyes, he would assume I was asleep and walk away. That plan is quickly doused because he keeps moving closer. Just talk to him. Be honest with him. Clover…

"Aurora please marry my son clark" ©Pop Precious

Low-key, I wished that I could meet her again. I mentally slapped myself. "Geez man! What on earth is wrong with you? Why are you thinking about some crazy girl?" I scolded myself and drank again. I adjusted my headset and continued to sing. The sound of a loud clap of hands brought me back to reality. "Oh wow! Look who we have here." I heard a voice behind me. I needed no one to tell me that it was Kimberly. I opened my eyes and there she stood, ever-gorgeous and elegantly dressed. I paused the music and stood up, facing her.

The summer rain came without warning. Asher and Carter stood outside the door, drenched by the pouring rain. "Dad?" Carter's voice carried endless panic. "Has Mom really abandoned us?" Asher closed his eyes. His heart was already bleeding. He knew he could no longer deceive his son or himself. Winona truly did not want them anymore. … The next morning, Winona arrived at Julian's door early. The moment the door opened, Yara flew into her arms, clinging tightly and refusing to let go.

Clover POV When I wake up, the first thing I remember is that it’s Sunday. And then it hits me. I’m going to the Blackwoods. Oh my God. I’m going to the Blackwoods. I let out a long, shaky breath and stare up at the ceiling, my heart already racing. Grandma Lola is coming with me because Braylee still hasn’t been released from bed rest, and honestly thank God. I need backup. Real backup. Because the Smiths are going to be there.