Clara Afton Fanart Novels & Stories

Arthur smiled at her as he locked her lips in a passionate kiss. Clara was the first to break the kiss as she smiled at Arthur, her eyes curved in a gentle way making her cute. “ I'll have to think about it then,” she said smiling while Arthur lovingly roughen up her hair. She walked into the room taking in the scenario, yellow was her favorite color and still is but after her parents death she has withdrawn so much from her past self. Though she wasn't an introvert while growing up, she had a good relationship with her parents and always told them how her days went in school. She loved them a lot and they always made time for her despite their busy schedules. She left Arthur's embrace and s

she trailed off, unblinking. Aaron’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. “That's the exact same mark on Luna Lysandra’s neck.” “Yeah, in the pictures, it's practically branded on her neck…” Clara's voice shook. “I can't believe it.” “Check this out.” Maren will suddenly say, peering closer at my lap. “This part looks like the tail of a wolf.” “Where?” As if this couldn't get any weirder, Aaron, Clara, and Maren leaned in, their eyes practically glued to my lap like it held the secrets of the creation of time or something.

But my eyes scanned hungrily for her, my wolf pacing restlessly beneath my skin, urging me forward. There—under the massive oak that served as the pack's gathering tree—she stood like a vision from my dreams. Clara, in a flowing white dress that skimmed her lithe form, the fabric embroidered with silver threads that caught the fading sunlight. Her dark hair fell in loose waves down her back, adorned with a crown of fresh wildflowers—daisies and lupines, her favorites. She was laughing at something Mr. Hang said, her head thrown back, exposing the graceful line of her throat. Gods, she'd grown. No longer the gangly girl I'd left behind, but a woman on the cusp, her curves subtle yet intoxicat

She recalled everything. "Did Andrews do anything to her?" Clara thought and remembered Ragnor's warning. She picked up the portrait of herself and Ragnor and sat on the bed holding it close to her chest. "Why, why must you be a vampire," Clara cried. "I am lonely without you. I love you but I am also scared," she confessed.

Clara muttered and sniffed a little to keep the tears that gathered in her eyes from falling. She turned her gaze to Monalisa’s face again, afraid that she may be traumatized by what Hamilton did to her especially since she was just staring at her with no emotion written on her face. Clara turned her gaze to the door that just went open even though she already guessed who it was and turned her gaze back to Monalisa after she saw that it was Felicia. She started cleaning Monalisa up, ignoring Felicia who was taking a few steps closer to her.

Kelvin pov “I made an offer to that designer today,” Clara said, already pulling her coat off in the doorway before I’d fully got the door open. “Sorrel. The one from the pop-up.” “The one you called the hand,” I said, because I remembered every word Clara had ever said about Anita, and hated myself a little for how easily it came back.

He just wanted to get to his room and change into something reasonable before going to wait for Clara at her apartment. **** At the same time, Clara was standing before a shelf. Little carvings of different shapes were resting on the shelf. They were beautiful and Clara reached for one of the carvings, she took it in her palms and examined it. It was a carving of a mother carrying her little baby. A real piece of art and it evoked so many emotions. "I see you've got some interest in art" the voice came from behind,startling Clara and she almost dropped the carving. She turned around to see Henry standing a few meters away from her. She said,

But she thought about it for the rest of the evening, while she made dinner, while she bathed them, while she read to Eli and listened to Clara read to herself, while she sat at the kitchen table after they were in bed with her cold cup of tea and the dripping tap. Four people. Clara had painted four people outside their house for as long as she had been able to hold a paintbrush. Every single time. Sera had never asked about it before tonight. She picked up the painting from the counter and looked at it for a long moment. Then she turned it over. On the back, in Clara's careful four year old handwriting, which was better than it had any right to be, were three words. Our whole family. Sera

Arturo didn't bother to involve himself because he knew I was mad at him already. “Oh, I'm Clara windfall. I'm not like you guys. I'm a hybrid, half fairy half vampire. My parents…" “I didn't ask about your family history. I don't like that you are being too clingy. Could you move away from my husband's Beta. He is already taken," I blurted and Ella flushed red. "oh, dear Tanya, she is married too. She is just an old friend of Frank. They are just doing some catching up," Hannah nicely explained.

"Lena, why were you asking about this?" "Clara, if you had her photo, could you send it to me?" The whole Westfell knew that Hunter had an unforgettable crush who had passed away. If he could find someone similar to his unforgettable crush, would he be a little happier? Although she knew that Hunter himself was not so tacky, since he had already accepted the blind date arrangement from the old man, could he now also accept a substitute? Clara searched everywhere and finally found a photo of the Miss Wright from the Wright family, and then she gave Lena a reminder.