Black Clover Read Novels & Stories

Chloe looked beautiful standing with them, but neither spared the youngest Rowling a glance or a compliment. A waiter walked by with a tray of champagne. As Heith and Chloe picked up the delicate crystal flutes, Edgar tossed a $100 bill on the tray. “Bring me a whiskey on the rocks and keep them coming. I don’t want to see an empty glass tonight.” “Edgar, you told Mother you wouldn’t get drunk,” Chloe hissed through her smile. “Actually, demon sister, I told the lying bi...” “Language, Edgar!” Chloe huffed. “Off.” Edgar finished with a smirk.

Even so, Madeline turned off her phone without replying and took a deep breath. She had already made up her mind. Since she was done with all of it, there was no use grieving over people who'd never been worth it. … The divorce wouldn't be official for another couple of weeks. So, Madeline and Sophie spent those days traveling through Calastra, visiting old cathedrals scattered across the countryside. The entire journey felt like a quiet baptism—one that penetrated from body to soul. Everything she had once held onto now felt insignificant. The trip changed everything. It brought a quiet sense of renewal that finally gave Madeline's restless heart some peace.

“Read it again,” Dave said quietly, looking up at his mother. “Mum. Read it again, out loud.” Cloe’s hands were completely still, the phone screen glowing in the late afternoon light, the garden all around them patient and warm, everything waiting. She read it again, slowly. If you are reading this, then you are not the last. There is one more. I have kept her safe for as long as I could. She does not know what she carries yet. But she will. Her name is Cloe.

‘She doesn’t know who we are,’ Clover whimpers, pulling at her lavender colored hair, showing more fear than I’ve ever seen in her. “I’m right here Raven, I’m not leaving you,” I whisper, trying to calm her down, wishing I knew how to take her pain. ‘Gideon, like with Gideon… sink your claws into her to drain her she’s full of power and life!’ Clover squeals almost happily, as I look over at her watching her dance around the bodies. “Clover now is not the time!” I growl at her, trying to understand how she could be happy when everything has gone straight to hell so fast.

"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 Black Cliff. Sixteen years earlier. That spring day Johannes was lying on a hill catching few rays that were shining through gloomy clouds. He was nibbling on a grass blade, lazily looking at a flock of sheep: yellowish and light gray wool balls were plucking juicy clover that covered the whole hill. From time to time the animals bleated at each other as if exchanging words, and tried to push their fellows away from the most delicious areas of grass.

Asher's breath caught. A divorce agreement? How did he not know about this? When did Winona sign it? After a long moment, he finally forced the words out. "Where's the divorce agreement?" Carter wiped his eyes and ran downstairs on his short legs to retrieve the divorce agreement from the car. He handed the divorce agreement to Asher. "This is the birthday gift Mom gave me. She said it would make my wish come true. I just opened it and found it says divorce agreement..."

What comes next is what always comes next: the next day, made correctly. Clara comes home from school that afternoon and finds the book printed — all of it, the complete manuscript, in a binder on the kitchen table with a note that says: Read it when you want. There is no rush. She picks up the binder. She reads the table of contents. She reads the epigraph. She reads the first page of Part Four. Then she closes the binder, puts it in her bag, and goes to her room. Valentina does not ask. Some things need to be read at the reader's pace, in the reader's privacy, without the author in the next room.

The room buzzed, one hushed Whisper after another ripped like a wave behind her. Cindy rushed to where Clover stood. She opened her arms and wrapped them around Clover, wiping bitterly, "How could you leave us like that? We looked for you everywhere, but it's like you vanished into thin air." "What's the occasion here?" Clover asked ignoring Cindy's baseless wiping. "Oh, ummmm..." Cindy released her arms around Clover and looked toward Kayden, who had a dark expression on his face as his eyes were glued on Clover. There was a complexity in those eyes that he was trying hard to cover with his anger.

Dear Clover, I hope you can now see that I have your whole career in my hands. I will give you one more chance. You have till Friday to reveal you’re Lucky or else I will. I have hundreds of pictures from that night, Clover. By the way, I hope you liked your car, red was a bit dull, so I figured you’d like some more color. You know what they say, make sure you can taste the rainbow. Kisses, Unknown. "Well, I guess I'm going to school as Lucky tomorrow," I said with a sigh. I couldn’t stop the feeling of defeat from sitting on my chest.