Clara Afton Novels & Stories

She felt like her memories were getting downloaded into her brain, and she was watching a movie showing what happened that fateful day. Clara had been abducted when she was ten, and Celine was six. A very important last-minute meeting prevented their father from picking the sisters up from school that day, so he had to send the driver alone. They were on the last stretch home, a few more minutes, they would be happily eating ice pops in the garden. The driver always used this back road to get home faster. It ran behind the newly constructed townhouses, cutting through the traffic and leading them directly home. Only a few people knew about this shortcut, and there were no stops or intersecti

She fiddled with the hem of her apron, gaze flickering toward the door as if afraid someone might hear. “I shouldn’t say,” she whispered. “Please.” Clara bit her lip, then leaned closer, her voice dropping even lower. “His Luna died. Years ago. The whole pack knows… but no one talks about it.” A chill ran through me. “Died? How?” Her eyes darted toward the window. “It was… mysterious.” “Mysterious?” I pressed. She nodded faintly. “One night she was alive and the next morning, gone. They found her near the western cliff. No blood or racks, just her body, like she’d fallen asleep and never woke again.”

Being a werewolf, Clara was much stronger than Ella, and so she managed to carry her. They came across a park on their way to the mansion, and Clara decided to sit on the bench for a while. Ella sat beside Clara. The fresh, balmy morning air made them feel refreshed. Ella finally felt a little rejuvenated. She was suffocated due to the smell of the bones and skeletons in the prison cell.

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.

She glared at Sola. "I would have called in two men to accompany Afeez and mess you up! You bitch! They would have raped you mercilessly and tirelessly you foolish girl!... But I can't. I don't want my plans to be ruined because you had to be rushed to the hospital after damages." Clara muttered under her breath. The hatred and anger clear in her voice. After 15 minutes, Afeez arrived, looking as tardy as the lowlife that he was. Clara snorted in disgust at him.