Clair Smiles Novels & Stories

“So, for starters you are no longer Abigail” Whiz had produced a thick manilla envelope from a pocket in the side of his chair. He opened it and pulled out a new identification card that had my picture and most of the details were correct, but now I had a new name. “Clara is on her way over here she is going to give you a new hairstyle as well. Most of your background information does not need to change. I find that if I can stick as close to the truth as possible people have a better time absorbing and becoming their new selves.” I don’t know if Whiz could see that I was getting overwhelmed, but he reached over and patted my hand in reassurance. Once I nodded that I was ok he continued.

Aiden raised his brows perceiving the faint smile of a cigarette on her even though she wasn't smoking one, his eyes meeting hers as she smiled at him. "You know instead of trying to figure out this paper, you should be figuring out me," Clarissa said closing the door behind her and walking over to join Aiden on the couch. She sat down on his lips smiling from ear to ear as she pecked him on the cheek. "We have time for that, Axel has been..."

It was so extremely ordinary and happy until it wasn't so anymore. Clara Caley had slipped in the shower after she came back from work and had hit her head. It was quite a blow, but she thought it wasn't anything important, ignoring it. Back then Jake was the only one home. His father was working late, and Aiden was at a friend's house. Clara had lied down for a quick nap, telling Jake to wake her up after an hour, yet she died in her sleep. When Jake went to wake her up, he couldn't. No matter how much he called her, how much he shook her, how much he screamed and cried, Clara Caley wouldn't wake up.

While running I tried to connect my mind link Clarisse, One of the Phis. It didn't take long when I feel her connect to me. 'What is it my Luna.' - Clarisse 'How many kids are there in the orphanage?' - Me 'There are 53 kids at the orphanage Luna and so far we were able to get 15 kids out. We are hiding them in the northern bunker. ' - Clarisse 'Send in 10 Psis for transporting the kids faster. Well meet them there.' - Me 'Okay Luna, be careful' - Clarisse With that I felt the mind link broke.

Clear fluid stained the fabric. The bedroom door stood wide open. Caino knelt on the carpet. Amelia's legs rested on his shoulders. Caino bent his head, gently pleasuring her with his mouth while his fingers moved rapidly inside her. She arched her back, moaning continuously. "Ah... Caino, right there..." Amelia shuddered through her climax, her release spilling over him. He kissed her stomach tenderly, then pressed himself against her entrance, grinding slowly. A pang of sadness hit me. In all the time I spent with Caino, he never wanted to do this for me.

At six months Clara has: opinions about the morning light, a preference for Ethan's shoulder over Valentina's when tired (which Valentina finds both predictable and slightly offensive and does not say so), a complete inability to be uninterested in anything that moves, and the specific quality of watchfulness that Rosa identified on the first day and that has only deepened as the weeks have accumulated.

Clark shouted. “I don't need a companion, I don't need your mercy. I don't need you, I need Rhiza. She is the one I want to be with and not anyone of you,” said Clarisse who were almost crying. I could feel Clark's extreme anger at the woman. He could not speak when he saw Clarisse crying and just sat on the floor. I grabbed Clark by the arm to stop him from speaking. I gave him a begging look so the expression on his face immediately softened towards me. He took a deep breath into me and nodded, meaning he was going to be quiet.

- Clair asks and Amelia nods her head “Yes he did, but this interview is not about me and Nate” - she says “You’re right, I’m sorry” - Clair says while she grabs her glass and takes a sip of her water. Clair kept asking questions about us as a couple, like what we liked to do together, a favourite restaurant, and the perfect date, this was annoying me like hell but I know she would get to the important questions soon enough and I would be able to tell the world that Sandy is Lying.

” He said poking my head. I cross my arms and huff. It was worth a shot. Dammit i should’ve thought of something more better but no Ms. Clumsy can’t control her stupid mouth, remember. Once we entered the salon. Dalon introduced me to a beautiful middle aged woman. She came and hugged him “Dalon i missed you! ” she says sounding really excited. Once she let go she looked at him and said”wow! Dalon you have grown into a good looking man.” He grinned and said “Why thank you aunt Cary.” what a show off.. I’m like invisible here. Don’t they notice me. I clear my throat. Their eyes instantly snap towards me. Finally.

, she said venomously ******* Clarisse hummed happily as she flipped the egg on the pan, checking the oven to see if the cookies were almost done and swaying her hips. " You seem to be in a very good mood this evening, "Mr. Clinton said, walking into the kitchen. Clarisse chuckled, " I'm just glad to be back home", " Likewise me, it's such a huge relief ", " I'm sorry for making you all worried ", " There's no need to be sorry; none of this is your fault. " Clarisse smiled at him and gave a nod. " What brings you here?" she asked, turning back to what she was cooking.