Clara Afton Novels & Stories

"Lena, why were you asking about this?" "Clara, if you had her photo, could you send it to me?" The whole Westfell knew that Hunter had an unforgettable crush who had passed away. If he could find someone similar to his unforgettable crush, would he be a little happier? Although she knew that Hunter himself was not so tacky, since he had already accepted the blind date arrangement from the old man, could he now also accept a substitute? Clara searched everywhere and finally found a photo of the Miss Wright from the Wright family, and then she gave Lena a reminder.

However, Damian wasn't intimidated by these unusual beasts. “Roarrrrrrrrr!" Roaring back, he ran towards them.... Year: 2020 Location: Somewhere in the US. Clara, a beautiful teenage girl, was on her way to her new school, Great Hill High School. She wasn't really excited about it because she had lots of friends in her former school, and she was going to miss them a lot. She had a sad expression on her face as she looked out of the car window while her mom drove her....

Clara pulled her jacket tighter, the early Atlanta air cold against her skin despite the rising sun. She stood on her sagging porch. Her shift at Mickey’s Diner started in twenty minutes. She was stepping off the porch when a black car rolled up. Her stomach dropped. “Shit.” The driver’s door opened, and out stepped Aidan Moretti. Tall, suited up, same cold blue eyes. Clara froze as he walked up to her. “Clara,” he said. “We need to talk.”

“that is a lot for anyone to bear.” “it is, carrying the lifelong remnants of a memory that one is trying to erase is crippling. She never chose this life. but here she is fighting for her dignity while he roams around freely committing atrocities. I will make sure that bastard pays one way or the other.” “where is clara?” “at the cabin house on the outskirt. I had nowhere else to take her to.” “I think it is a perfect spot. She must be lonely tonight being all by herself. We should visit tomorrow.”

Alex asked, trying to turn his head, but Clara quickly dragged him into an alley as she watched Stefan enter the cafe, her eyes widening with every step he took. "I thought Allison said he couldn’t walk for the meantime because of the accident," she murmured again, and Alex came out of the alley. By then, Stefan had already entered the cafe. "Why's your reaction suddenly looking like you just saw a ghost?" he asked. "I need to be somewhere," she said, her eyes still filled with shock. "Where are you going? Who did you see, Clara?" Alex demanded, but Clara ignored his question and quickly flagged a cab, heading to Allison’s clothing line.

"From the investigation reports, we have sadly found out that the young woman fell from a cliff and had instantly died once she hit the ground. Clara Garner, age 28 was found dead at 10.30pm yesterday at-" "Clara ........is dead?"

"I'm very sorry for your loss, ma'am, your son was a nice man," Clara already had those words burned into her head. This was the fourth home she visited alongside Marcel to console the families of the victims who lost their sons in the incident. To say that she was bored was an understatement, Clara hated all of this. Most of the houses they visited were located in the rundown section of the city and It was safe to say that this was the most terrible day of her life.

No one cried. Nobody ran. No one left. Maybe because they were too old for it. Perhaps because they had learned a long time ago that the sadst things of the World is rarely the most dangerous. So they just stood there. The last window room. And looked at the girl. Clara looked like she wasn't older than 12. Her dress was simple. A little old-fashioned. The dark hair fell on her shoulders. And her eyes... Her eyes were the first thing Aren noticed.

CHAPTER ONE I tried getting up but Kate hands holds me down. I looked around the room . Its a four corner room with one window which is burglary proffed. The room is not well ventilated and we are ten sleeping in the room which makes it uncomfortable. I hate remembering how I got here. It was on my thirteenth birthday ,I was do happy that day my mom and dad took a day off from work and they asked me where i would love to go for my birthday,i wish I hadn't chosen to go to the amusement park .

She said, walking past me. "I no longer want to hear that word from you Sophia. Let this be the first and last time you'll talk about it. I want it to end," She said, walking away. Hurt, that's how I felt towards my mother's words. Worst of all, she has gotten Clara into trouble. I wonder how Clara would be feeling by now. "I know she left me that night when that werewolf attacked, but... She was just trying to help. Goodness! " I rubbed my face unhappily.