Clara Afton Fanart Novels & Stories

A perfect combination of colours that matched each other, making the room cosy. "Your house is so beautiful, Frank!" Clara exclaimed, looking around. The fluffy red carpet made her feet disappear into it, and the girl took off her sandals and left them aside. "I'm glad you like it. I love my house, and if I could, I wouldn't leave it." "I understand. I'd also want to stay if I lived here. Can you help me furnish mine?" "Of course. I have some good ideas for furnishing, you know." "I can see that. This painting, damn!" Clara was standing next to the beautiful canvas of a woman sitting by a stream, painted with fleeting brushstrokes, leaving her blurred and almost transparent, but her silhouet

“She drew these?" Clara exhaled deeply, obviously greatly concerned as she shook her head in the affirmative. "It's definitely her. Her name is scribbled under the paintings as usual.” She shrugged, “She must have seen them somewhere in the hospital, while running around, perhaps.” Then she held my gaze, “I did what Ana would have done."

And next to it, an imprint in ancient wolf runes—the unique soul-scent of a pup. The scent emanating from the imprint was identical to Clara's own wolf-scent. Even after three years of suppression by Silver Dust, even as faint as a whisper, the pure, warm energy was unmistakable. Kael’s hands shook violently. Clara... was his moonlight girl. The angelic little girl who had saved him deep in the forest fifteen years ago, on the night of the full moon, was Clara. It was never Selene. He had found the wrong person.

But before I could unleash the polite yet devastating response I was crafting, Claire beat me to it. “Lady,” she said sweetly, “your painting’s lovely, but I’ll take a kid with imagination over one who paints what he’s told any day.” The woman bristled, her lips pursing so tightly I thought she might implode. She sniffed and stalked off, dragging her art prodigy in tow. Eddie blinked up at Claire. “Did she not like Sparkle Fang?” “Sparkle Fang’s a legend,” Claire said firmly. “Anyone who doesn’t see that needs to get their eyes checked.”

' thought Claire with an annoyed expression . " Is there anything disturbing you miss assistant ? I have noticed that you keep looking around . " said mr Fan with a calm tone . " Oh.......the view here is fantastic . The sunset will also start soon . I can't wait to see the finished project . I am a simple assistant so I was fantasizing a little about the beautiful things you will be able to create here mr Fan . " said Claire with a smile . " I see !.........I am glad that you like this place . " said mr Fan looking away from Claure and returning to his discussion with Edward .

Letting the paint come together the way it wants. I spin around and throw my hands up. I paint the face that's emerging on the canvas. My paint forms a face that's the subject of my secret infatuation. Bastian in a blue dress shirt with two buttons undone. I rock and wiggle to the music. When the song ends, I hear clapping behind me. I yelp and spin around. Pressing pause on my phone. Bastian is smiling, sitting on the arm of one of my armchairs. "That was good."

But later, when Valentina was leaving, she pressed another piece of llicorella into Clara's hand and said: "For when you need to remember that the oldest things are still here." Clara has the llicorella on the desk in her room beside the book about ships and two pieces of ceramic from Pep's studio and the photograph of the Sete Cidades lakes that Ethan printed and framed because she asked where the blue and green lakes were and he showed her the photograph and she said: "That one is for me." "It is," he said, and framed it.

she ask. Clara had seen Anita once and I’d also told her about Anita. A few days ago. Clara was walking toward campus and this sleek black car pulled up near the entrance to drop me off. I can picture it perfectly. Anita in tailored pants, oversized sunglasses, her calm confidence radiating from her. “Anita is so beautiful,” Clara continues. “Hair tied back, simple jewelry, but everything about her screamed elegance. My chest warms. “She’s always been like that. She’s beautiful.” I add, smiling.

she murmured, though her tone lacked its earlier sharpness. Clara simply smiled wider. “Not at all. I think this design is beautiful—and meaningful.” She turned back to Auri. “Make it exactly like this. And use the finest flowers.” “I always choose the best,” Auri answered calmly. Clara reached out and gave Auri’s hand a light pat. “My son will be lucky to carry this bouquet.” Auri closed her sketchbook carefully. “I hope the proposal goes smoothly.” “I’m sure it will,” Clara replied with confidence.

”What if there was another child…” she whispered. The investigator heard nothing. “Ma’am?”Clara opened her eyes.They were colder now. “Find everything.” The call ended.She walked back to the desk. Her gaze fell on the photo of Leo. Dark hair and gray eyes. Something about the boy bothered her. Not because of Seraphina.Because of Elias. The resemblance sat there like a knife she had refused to touch.Slowly she flipped the photograph over.Her breathing had become uneven. Outside the study window, the mansion lights reflected across the garden where Luna still sat drawing under the evening sky.