Clara Afton Novels & Stories

Only she would know why. “You are not my real sister or even my half-sister, do you want to know how?” She gazed up at Amore with a sneer. Clara's eyes moved back down to Amore’s thigh, she intensely focused on the tip of the dagger she was circling, increasing the pressure with every new circle she made, the tip of the dagger slipped into Amore's thigh causing Amore to scream out in pain. Clara released her hold on the dagger, leaving it inside Amore's leg. Clara beamed with joy up at Amore. She holds out her hand and Billy came hurrying over handing her a rag. She slowly starts wiping the blood from her fingers.

I remove the papers and go through it, shock marring my expression. Papers showing ten abortions Clara had to undergo, all signed by Marcus fucking Westwood

At the door, she paused and looked back at the woman. Gather your children and what you can carry. You will be taken to a safe place, away from here. When this is over, you will be reunited with your mate, assuming he keeps his word. The woman nodded, too frightened to speak. Aria moved on. Clara was found in the cabin nearest the well, alone, already dressed for travel. She fought when Aria's wolves entered, clawing and biting like a cornered animal, but she was no match for trained warriors.

-It's Pamela! -Clara exclaimed, putting her hand to her mouth. Barbara had been shocked to see her friend dead. Pamela's eyes were wide open and her mouth half open, what happened to her, who would do this to her? The rain was still on top of us, my hands were shaking as I held the gun. I looked at the shore, where the wolves were walking towards the forest, losing themselves in it. -We have to go," Clara murmured, approaching Barbie. Come on, we have to get out of here," she said, grabbing her arms and pulling her away. She still didn't speak.

Augustus felt his own pangs—irked, mainly, that Jake had had a glimpse of Clara, whereas he himself had to make do with an occasional scrap of gossip. At sixteen she had been so pretty it took your breath, and smart too—a girl with some sand, as she had quickly shown when both her parents had been killed in the big Indian raid of ’56, the worst ever to rake that part of the country. Clara had been in school in San Antonio when it happened, but she came right back to Austin and ranthe store her parents had started—the Indians had tried to set fire to it but for some reason it didn’t catch.

Clara said. "Clara—" "I need to." Ronan studied her. "Her mother lives on Oak. Give it a few days." "No. I need to do it now. Before I lose my nerve." She began her walk to town alone. As she passed down the streets, people stared—some with grief, others with open hatred. Word of the battle had spread. Everyone knew creatures had attacked. Everyone knew people had died. She could feel now that everyone knew Clara had been involved. When she arrived, Oak Street was quiet. Clara found Jenny's house easily. The porch light was still on from the night before, like Jenny might come home any moment.

Slowly, she pushes her head back up, walking towards me and staring at the family photo. "Sometimes mystery has an advantage to instill fear in individuals to keep them alert. Clara came back for a summer break; she was eighteen and about to graduate. He was out drinking. Clara came at dusk, and I was glad she didn't have to confront him. The son of a bitch came home and dragged her out of her bed, stripped her naked, rendering her unconscious. The next thing I know, Clara woke up with a broken bottle and a dead father..." I gasp quietly. "She killed him, didn't she?" I ask. She quietly shakes her head.

I waited… then tiptoed toward the door. I gently opened it… And froze. But it wasn’t the man I saw. It was Clara. She was standing there like she had been waiting in the blackouts. She looked me up and down with disgust. “You think because he brought you here, you’re special?” she said, her voice low and sharp like a blade. “Don’t fool yourself.” I opened my mouth but she stepped closer. It was still dead dark from the power outage. “Stay away from Antonioni. I’m not going to warn you twice. You’re in my world now, and if you cross me again, I’ll make your life in the Park more miserable than you thought possible.”

The ground he lay under was soaked in so much blood, I knew it was futile to hope. Kill count for Clara: 104 children, 2 adults.

I pressed my back against it, trembling. Adrian had tried to kill Clara. He was keeping her sedated. He was going to let her die. I grabbed my phone with shaking hands and dialed Ivan. He answered on the second ring. “Mrs. Moretti. It’s late.” “I need your help.” My voice cracked. “Please. It’s Clara—my foster mother. Adrian ran her off the road months ago because she caught him with Celeste. Now he’s paying her doctor to keep her in a coma. She’s showing signs of waking up, and he’s—he’s going to let her die.”