Clara Afton Fanart

Sinopsis Pim Adelia Nareswari, adalah seorang bidan yang harus menolong persalinan istri mantannya, Roma. Roma yang melihat perubahan dari Adelia terkejut karena Adelia berubah dari gendut dan tambun menjadi langsing, cantik, dan glowing. Sementara itu Rania, istri dari Roma yang mengetahui gelagat aneh sang suami meninta tolong sepupunya untuk mendekati Adelia. Dokter Andi, yang merupakan sepupu Rania pun mendekati Adelia agar gadis itu tidak kembali pada Roma. Adelia yang lama kelamaan jatuh cinta pada dokter Andi marah besar saat tahu dokter Andi tidak tulus padanya. Andi meminta maaf sebesar-besarnya pada Adelia dan memintanya untuk menikah dengannya karena sekarang lelaki itu benar-benar jatuh cinta pada Adelia. Adelia pun memberikan kesempatan kedua pada Andi. Dan akhirnya Andi mengajak Adelia untuk bertemu dengan keluarga Andi. Namun sayangnya, keluarga dokter Andi tidak setuju dan mencela Adelia yang merupakan anak dari seorang satpam. Bahkan Clara, perempuan yang dijodohkan dengan dokter Andi, melakukan tabrak lari pada Adelia. Beruntung, Adelia hanya mengalami luka memar sedikit. Untungnya takdir berpihak pada Adelia karena Meyra, kakak perempuan dari Andi jatuh di kamar mandi dan mengalami perdarahan. Golongan darah Adelia dan Meyra yang cocok membuat Adelia mendonorkan darah nya pada Mayra dan akhirnya seluruh keluarga Andi menyetujui hubungan mereka. Akhirnya Andi dan Adelia pun menikah serta hidup bahagia.

Élodie se réveille en sursaut, le corps encore vibrants des échos d’un rêve érotique aussi intense qu’interdit : elle a rêvé de Louis, son beau-frère, le mari de sa sœur Clara, enceinte de cinq mois. Ce rêve charnel et possessif agit comme un révélateur, faisant basculer sa réalité. Elle réalise que l’attraction qu’elle ressent pour lui, longtemps refoulée, est devenue une obsession dévorante. La vie quotidienne devient un supplice. Chaque geste de Louis, chaque regard échangé lors d’un dîner familial, attise le feu en elle. La tension est palpable, muette mais écrasante. Louis, lui aussi, semble en lutte. Sur un balcon, à la fin d’une soirée, le silence entre eux se charge d’un aveu non dit : il la désire tout autant, et cette connaissance est à la fois terrifiante et enivrante. Cette attraction interdite explose dans une chambre d’hôtel anonyme. Leur rencontre est un acte de possession brutale, charnelle et désespérée, loin des douceurs du rêve initial. C’est un accouplement marqué par la culpabilité mais aussi par une intensité qui les marque à jamais, corps et âme.

When I opened my eyes again, I was pinned against the floor-to-ceiling window of the skyscraper by my stepbrother, Rocco. The man I had been infatuated with for a decade. He panted, his hot lips and tongue trailing along my collarbone as he murmured, "Don't go." In my past life, on the night I received my acceptance letter from London Business School, Rocco got blind drunk. Late that night, I gave in to his pleas for me to stay. I willingly gave myself to him. After a debauched night, his cherished fiancée, Clara, caught me walking out of his room the next morning, my clothes in disarray. She ran out in tears, her parting words ringing in the air, "I'll let you have each other." A month after she disappeared, the family search party found her engagement ring at the edge of a cliff. At the bottom of the cliff lay mangled remains, battered by the waves until they were unrecognizable. Rocco clutched that ring and didn't sleep all night. On the surface, he acted as if nothing had happened, even arranging a trip for me to Sicily, telling me to go and relax. The night I landed, I was kidnapped by assassins from a rival family. I screamed for him to pay the ransom, only to hear him give the order himself over the phone: "Don't make her death a quick one. The Costello princess? She's nothing but a damn liability. Torture her. Break every bone in her body. " "This is what she owes Clara." You like playing games, Rocco. But in this life, I refuse to play along.

Because my jealousy endangered his childhood sweetheart, my Alpha mate, Victor, took our son's advice. He sent me to the pack witch to have my memories erased.​ A long winter later, he woke me with the antidote.​ In the eyes of the pack, I became the perfect Luna.​ I organized the pack's winter stores flawlessly. I cataloged every last berry and pound of meat without breaking a sweat. I could even smile while delivering a blanket to Clara, Victor's precious sweetheart.​ But my Alpha and my pup, Rio, knew. I had changed.​ I no longer remembered how to soothe him on full moon nights, combing through his fur as he writhed in pain.​ When Rio fell in the snow and wailed, I calmly called for his nanny.​ Even when Victor returned late from a hunt, I offered only a cool nod. I never once reached for him through our mind-link.​ At first, he thought it was revenge. He didn't care.​ Until the night of the blizzard, when he and Rio followed me to the abandoned church. Through the thin wood of the confessional, they heard my whisper.​ "Moon Goddess, what do I do when the memories are back but the love isn't?"​ "The witch gave me back what happened, but when I look at my Alpha and my pup... they're strangers to me."​ "I feel so tense and awkward just being in the same room. What am I supposed to do?" Outside, the man and the boy just froze. They finally understood. Some things, once broken, can never be fixed.​

Le jour de mon mariage, mon fiancé, Gervais Rodier, a brutalement mis fin à la cérémonie. Tout ça, à cause d'un simple post de Léonie annonçant son retour en France. Gervais a jeté l'alliance qu'il avait lui-même dessinée, puis est parti sans un regard en arrière. Je suis restée là, immobile, dans ma robe de mariée. Jasmin, mon frère, qui me soutenait, a fini par lâcher mon bras : « Clara, tu as toujours été forte. Je sais que tu peux gérer ça seule. Là, c'est Léonie qui a le plus besoin de moi. » Sur ces mots, il est parti, lui aussi. Ils m'ont abandonnée, pour la même femme. Le soir, après avoir réglé les derniers détails de ce mariage raté, j'ai reçu une photo de Léonie. Sur l'image, Gervais et Jasmin veillaient tous deux à son chevet. Le collier fabriqué par Gervais était autour de son cou, et la robe de mariée dessinée par Jasmin enveloppait son corps. Tout cela… aurait dû m'appartenir… C'était à ce moment-là que j'ai abandonné tout espoir. Les larmes aux yeux, j'ai composé un numéro : « Papa, maman… J'ai changé d'avis. Je veux rentrer chez nous. »

Living with my aunt and her family was meant to be a temporary, quiet arrangement just helping out and keeping to myself. On the first day of the new year, while everyone else was out celebrating, I stayed home, enjoying the rare silence and catching up on sleep. But when we ran out of water, I reluctantly stepped outside to fetch some, and that’s when I saw him. He stood by the gate of the house next door, effortlessly commanding attention with just a glance. A smirk played on his lips, and a flicker of amusement danced in his eyes behind his blue-ray glasses. At that moment, he was impossible to ignore. Meanwhile, I felt disheveled and barely awake, my hair was a mess and still shaking off sleep. But he didn’t seem to mind. There was something about him an air of mystery that made me wonder who he was and why he was there. Before I could look away, he spoke, “Hi.” Caught off guard, I managed a quick, “Hi,” while trying to pull myself together. “Can I know your name?” he asked. I hesitated but replied, “I’m Clara,” and kept walking. “Can I have your number?” he called after me. “Just as friends.” I almost refused but reluctantly agreed, entering my number into his phone. “There,” I said, handing it back. “I’ll call you,” he promised with a smile, as I turned to leave. What began as a chance encounter soon became an inexplicable connection. He had secrets, but there was something about him that saw through me, understanding things no one else did. The man I met next door wasn’t just a fleeting stranger,he became the reason I started questioning everything I thought I wanted.

Durante cinco años, Marco Falcone fue el hombre perfecto. O al menos eso creía. La ilusión se rompió en la noche de nuestra fiesta de compromiso, cuando su amante irrumpió, acompañada de un niño de cinco años. El niño corrió directamente hacia Marco, llorando: —¡Papá! ¡Papá, finalmente te encontré! Tenía que ser algún tipo de cruel broma. Pero entonces Marco se volvió hacia mí, con la voz despojada de toda calidez: —Este es mi hijo, Leo. Un… error que Sofia y yo cometimos hace cinco años. —Leo es el heredero de los Falcone. Tengo que legitimarlo. Eso significa que primero me comprometeré con Sofia. —Pero Lydia, créeme, todavía te amo. Podemos celebrar nuestra fiesta de compromiso en seis meses. Vas a ser la Donna de la familia Falcone. Espero que seas generosa y comprensiva. Esto no es negociable. Reí, un sonido frío y cortante, y deslicé el anillo de compromiso de mi dedo. Mis ojos recorrieron la sala y se fijaron en el hombre en la esquina: Lorenzo Moretti, el Don más poderoso de Nueva York. Tenía otro título, uno que solo yo conocía: el hombre que había estado tratando de hacerme suya. —Don Moretti, —llamé, con la voz clara y firme—. Me encuentro en necesidad de un nuevo prometido. ¿Está interesado?

In the Sinclair pack, I had always been different. Years ago, my grandfather saved the Elder’s life. To repay that debt, the Elder promised that one of his grandsons would become my mate. In my first life, on the night of the Blood Moon, he asked me, “Evelyn, who will you choose?” Blushing, I pointed to the brightest star of the tribe, Andrew Sinclair. But after our wedding, he kept me at a distance. I was confused—until one night, I opened the wrong door. Andrew was on one knee, clutching my cousin Clara’s portrait as if it were his lifeline. His body moved in a way that made my heart twist. My world collapsed. He had never loved me. His heart—his desire—had always belonged to her. Darkness swallowed me, body and soul. My husband lied to me and betrayed the oath we had sworn to the Moon Goddess. The cruel truth broke me, and sickness followed. I died with his child inside me—alone. But the moon gave me another chance. I woke again on that same night. The Elder smiled down at me. Four portraits lay before him. “Evelyn, tonight is your twenty-first rite. Who will you choose?” “You’ve always chased Andrew,” he said kindly. “It must be him—” “No!” The hall fell silent. “Grandfather… I don’t want Andrew.” In panic, I snatched a portrait. “I want him!” The boy on the page wore black. His skin was pale, his lips curved in a mad, crooked smile. William Sinclair. The sick wolf. The one everyone mocked. But I remembered how he had tried to help me find a good doctor. He was the only one who had cared about me when I was dying. And yes—this time, I chose him.

Claire Blake, 23, works double shifts at a café to cover her mother's medical bills and her brilliant sister Clara's college tuition. Her life is a careful sacrifice - no room for dreams, only survival. Then she accidentally spills coffee on Damian Cole, billionaire CEO and the city's most eligible bachelor. Instead of anger, he's kind. Days later, his assistant calls with an impossible offer: pretend to be his girlfriend for six months. His family won't stop pressuring him to marry, and his manipulative ex-fiancée Caroline refuses to accept they're over. In exchange: $10,000 monthly, her mother's medical expenses covered, and a completion bonus that would transform her family's life. Claire knows it's crazy - she doesn't belong in his world of charity galas and high society. But the money would solve every problem. So she signs the contract and steps into a glittering world where everything feels like pretend. Except it doesn't stay pretend. Damian isn't the cold CEO she expected. He remembers her coffee order, values her opinions, treats her family with genuine warmth. His careful respect comes from protecting his sister from abuse - he's not controlling, he's considerate. As Claire navigates his world, the performance becomes real. When he kisses her, he confesses: "This stopped being fake for me weeks ago." But Caroline launches a media campaign suggesting their relationship is paid - uncomfortably close to the truth. With headlines dissecting Claire's background and questioning whether she "belongs," they must choose transparency over hiding. Can a love that started as a contract become real enough to survive the spotlight?

Clara Blake. That's me. The normal girl everyone barely noticed until my step dad Carl decided that I needed to be his personal punching bag. Everyone knew yet they never decided to do anything about it or help me out of my misery and get me away from this horrid man. Mum never knew or she pretended not to see anything. I mean she was in love with Carl and after dad I probably couldn't blame her. You see dad went away to serve his country and not long after we received a death letter ,as they call it, telling us that he had been lost to war. It wasn't long after the letter about dad had come before Carl had moved into mum's life and they got married. We were a normal happy family up until I had turned six. I remember it like it was yesterday. He came into my room after mum went to bed and he just started hitting me. Never where it would be too obvious seen. When we received the letter from dad that he was coming home after all I was ecstatic. He was going to come and save me from this hell hole that I was in. Unfortunately Carl also saw the letter and that night he had decided that he would end me as it would be my fault for everything as I sent the letter to make my mother sad and cry. My best friend telling me he loves me and dad coming back made my head spin. Joining the FBI as an agent was fun and all until being kidnapped and rescued by a very handsome prince charming. Follow along and join me on my story of my chaotic and drama filled life both in love and work.