Clara Afton Novels & Stories

She even accidentally let rogues slip through, nearly getting the patrol warriors killed. During another night when Ryan didn't come home, Clara went looking for him and found him discussing pack business with a female Gamma from another pack. Clara lost it instantly. She swung her hand and slapped the female warrior right across the face. The Gamma wasn't someone to mess with; she struck back immediately. During the scuffle, Clara accidentally slammed into the corner of a table and went into premature labor. The pup spent nearly a month in an incubator, but in the end, they couldn't save it.

She had discovered that it was much better to stay in that darkness, warm, but above all safe. Clara's eyes opened with her irises turning reddish and she stopped crying. She raised her arms to wrap them around the wolf's neck and he showed no resistance not knowing what she was planning. Clara adjusted her body and without him being able to see the gleam in her eyes, she opened her mouth and broke the skin of his neck straight to his jugular. With that she was sure her body would become even stronger.

Clara was waiting for me in a deserted corner of the parking garage at my condo building. We have had four sexual trysts after she moved to England from Atlanta. While I was at the TV station delivering gifts to the employees, Clara whispered in my ear that she would be waiting for me in the condo's parking garage. “OH MY GOD.... That feels sooooooo good, baby.”

"Clara, this is Kayla. I have found Arthur and his hideout. I need you to be at the safe side of the law!" The shipyard was a true image of an abandoned site as rust corroded different elements such as the hulls and skeletal body of an abandoned ship. Clara met me there as we planned earlier on. Her platinum hair was the first feature that caught my attention. She didn't come there as a prosecutor but a sister to the person who nearly ruined my life. "My team is some minutes away", 'Clara whispered to me as we took cover behind those containers. "We have to careful in this because if Arthur sense abnormality, he will delete the unedited footage of the bridge."

After Clara lost her mother and was abused by Kyle, a gangster who once saved her life, she manages to escape from him and she has no choice but to move into this new town to start a new life afresh and forget about her past. The rape, the torture, and the heartbreak she has to leave all behind her. Bryxton City is occupied by both humans and werewolves. Clara works as a waitress in one of the biggest restaurants in Bryxton City. Today she is having an evening shift at work so the little time she has before then she has decided to use it to tidy her house before she will go see the doctor. Her today's activity is already planned out. "Oh my God! Clara come out, come see you need to see him"

"The murderer's daughter, coincidentally showing up at the exact pack where her father committed his crimes, planting listening devices everywhere. What are the odds of that being innocent?" "Astronomical," I agreed with false pleasantness. "Almost like fate brought me here for a reason." His eyes flashed bright, dangerous gold—wolf rising dangerously close to the surface. "Fate has got a sick, twisted sense of humor then." "Does it not just," I murmured. The crowd around us had grown significantly thicker, pressing closer like vultures sensing a dying wolf. I could feel their excitement crackling in the air, their hunger for blood and scandal and drama.

Now I know why I was getting dark vibes from the bag. She decided to play Ouija board. For what? What will we get by waking up the scary ghosts?? Don't judge me, I'm just a tiny bit scared of ghosts because they're... ghosts? I gulped audibly, stepping aback a little. "What's... all this?..." I stuttered. I looked at Clara and flinched a bit because of her get up. When did she change so fast? She went from normalcy to Gothic. Are we filming a Batman show?

I started walking. I continued to sob as I walked. Just when my knees were tired of walking, I looked up. And my knees gave out from under me. There, on the largest tree. Hangs the lifeless body of Rose. Blood dripped from the many wounds on her body. My loud sobs eventually lured Melissa to me. "Clara!!!" Her voice reached me before she did. Seeing me on my knees, she ran up to me and kneeled beside me "What happened Clara? Why are you crying?" She asked caressing my face.

Was Clara somewhere in this night scene? Clara had been haunting him like a nightmare, constantly filling his thoughts. Wilson thought he should have been the winner, but why? Why the unhappiness? His chest hurt whenever he thought of her. Maybe finding her was the only way to stop this strange feeling. 'Find her,' Wilson thought to himself. This time, he would completely erase her from his heart, once and for all! *** The next day, Clint, the driver working for the Valor family, drove Serenity to the small town. Dressed in a black dress, Serenity walked into the Walker residence.

"I can see them. All of you." Morwen's face was pale, her eyes wide. "I can see you too. Every time you die. Every time you live. Every time you choose to stay." The white flower blazed, and the flood intensified. --- Clara was in the forty-third iteration. She was kneeling in a corridor, helping a stranger to her feet. The stranger was injured—a student she did not know, someone the story had never named. She was late for a class. She did not care.