Novel & Cerita Clara Afton Fanart

Clara. She stood frozen at the top of the staircase, her eyes locking with his. Time seemed to stand still as their gazes met. Clara stood at the top of the stairs, bathed in the soft glow of the overhead light. Her long, auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves, framing a face that was delicate yet striking. Her almond-shaped eyes, a deep shade of emerald-green, glimmered with a mix of shock and curiosity. Her skin was flawless, a warm golden tone that seemed to glow under the light. She was breathtaking, a vision of beauty that made his wolf howl in approval.

There was only one thing he wished to convey at the moment. Clara, you are a living Aphrodite. Raphael was not really into mythological stories, but he had seen pictures of The birth of Venus and how Aphrodite were usually depicted in the common media, Clara's features did resemble her, pale skin, light honey golden hair and a striking beauty. She was fit to be called a living Aphrodite, he was just glad Clara was not as flirtatious as the goddess herself, his possessive ego would never allow it.

“Clara, I just remembered that your mother left me before she died.” Clara looked at her friend’s hand. She’s holding a small notebook that looks like her mother’s diary. “It’s with a picture of you when you were little, and I just noticed that there’s a contact number on the back of the picture. Clara frowned when she saw the picture. She knew she was being held by a woman, but she didn’t recognize her. It has a man next to her, and both of them are smiling in the picture. She estimated that she was two years old in the picture.

She went to her desk in the corner, took out some paper and a pencil, and started to sketch. Clara wasn’t a painter, but she could draw well enough. It was a skill she used in her work as an analyst. Clara made two drawings. In the first, a beautiful woman in a fur cloak, her long black hair falling, stood next to a tall, striking man with a piercing gaze. Zevko stood behind Clara, then sat next to her, studying the drawing she had just made. “Are these your parents?” he asked, eyes never leaving the drawing.

Amelia said forcing a smile. The lady's eyes shone brightly "oh my you are Amelia Hart! the actress....oh my gosh..I'm a super fan by the way I'm Clara". Amelia had to behave sane since most people who weren't aware of her presence came flocking around her. Seems the super fan Clara blew her off. Her guards saw the small group of people that were starting to form around Amelia asking for either a photo or an autograph. They stood up from their various seats in the restaurant, they came in as ordinary civilian because she didn't want to draw attention to herself.

The room was what she’d expected. The committee sitting behind a long table. Documents in front of them. The kind of room that made proposals feel small until you remembered what the proposal was for and then the room was the thing that felt insufficient. She stood at the front. Behind her a screen with the proposal. The drawings. The building elevation. The plans. And the photograph. Clara’s photograph. The one from the documents. Thirty years old. Clara at twenty something in Edinburgh. She’d put it in the presentation in March and had almost taken it out a dozen times and had left it in because it was the reason.

It depicted the graceful silhouette of a girl with a striking figure. Initially, Clara assumed Chet had sketched it as a nostalgic tribute to his past love. However, as she drew closer, she noticed a distinct red petal-shaped birthmark on the girl's back. This revelation stunned Clara. If memory served her right, Evelyn also bore a similar birthmark. Could it be that Evelyn was the girl Chet held dear? It was impossible. To confirm her suspicions, Clara rummaged through the drawers, searching for any clues related to Evelyn. She couldn't fathom allowing Chet to harbor feelings for Evelyn, nor would she stand by idly if Evelyn attempted to steal her brother's affections.

She warned. Clara remembered that this is the girl that appeared so meek before. Beside the girl, Diana and Tamara were amazed at the speed and strength of this girl. If it weren't because of how serious the situation is, they would have clapped for her in amazement. Tamara glanced at the visitor's ID that the girl was wearing. Katherine Atwood. She took note of her. Clara ran up to Bryan trying to seek comfort. "Bryan, do something. This is going to leave a bruise on me." Clara pouted, making her eyes teary.

"For everything." "Thank you for being brave enough to come back." Maya stepped forward, a canvas wrapped in brown paper in her hands. "I painted something for you. It's not much—I'm not a professional—but I wanted you to have it." Clara unwrapped the canvas. It was a painting of the twins—Emory and Colt, sitting together under the old oak tree, their heads bent close as if sharing a secret. The colors were soft and warm, and the love in the image was unmistakable.

"Is it only right when your kids are in kindergarten?" I sighed. "You know how things are.He can’t go public yet." "What if you get caught now?" Clara’s eyes sparkled. "Can I be your hype man?Can I ship you two in real life? Can I be your secret agent?" I froze, my hand still on my button. I laughed, amused. "Just don’t make trouble." "I promise! I’ll keep it under wraps!" Clara suddenly gasped, grabbing my wrist. "Wait!The artist behind 'Soft and Sweet'—the one who draws the comics—that’s you, right?"