Clara Afton Real Life Novels & Stories

Clara carefully observed her surroundings. She was afraid that she would be discovered by security. She had never been a stalker before. To execute the plan perfectly, she gathered all of Jonathan's information. She wanted to make sure he fell in love with her quickly. Marble will return to her.

She whispered and sniffed her neck before releasing her from the embrace. Clara turned lifeless within a second before her brain kick-started again from where it stopped. Her eyes were opened wide in shock. No one expected that…she didn't see that coming. "What's going on?" Aurora whispered. "Just let me deal with this," Clara responded as she watched Ophelia scurry away to where she had kept a bag. She brought it out and came back to meet Clara.

Then she tiptoed outside, joined Mr Greyson in the car, and he drove off towards the location of Clara's body. As he drove, Mrs Greyson's chest started churning from the idea of actually possibly finding the decaying remains of her eighteen year old daughter, who until a while ago, had been the belle of the ball; the apple of her eyes. The cynosure at every event and in every room where people had eyes.

"But listen to me, Sofia. You have to be careful, men like that... they don't play by my rules. He's a wolf, and you're a very cute, very naive lamb." "I know," I sniffled. "I told him I couldn't move in with him, I ran away this morning." "Good," Clara said. "Keep your distance for a bit let your head clear but right now, we have a bigger problem." She pointed at my neck. "That." "I know," I groaned. "Louis almost saw it, I had to slap his hand away. He thinks I'm possessed or something." Clara laughed, "Possessed by the dick, maybe. Okay, sit down. We are going to fix this, you can't walk around looking like you just walked off the set of a vampire movie."

--- At six on the dot, the screen lit up. Clara. She looked different from the girl in the NYU selfie. Paler. Leaner. But her eyes were still warm. Still hopeful, even through the flicker of fear. The call started slow. We introduced ourselves. Tami offered her full story first. I followed. Clara stayed silent for a while. Then she spoke. And what she said cracked something open. She wasn’t just another victim. She had proof. A recording. A voice memo. Something she’d captured by accident during a late-night phone call with her roommate after a networking event.

Whilst that, I took a mental note to always double-check my lock from now on. Spencer stopped pacing and turned to face me. “You need to see this.” He said, gesturing to his phone. I took the phone from him, my heart sinking as I saw the headline on the screen. [Clara resumes not just stalking habits but attempts to kidnap Florida's daughter] “What is this?” I whispered, my voice shaking with disbelief. Spencer's expression was grim. “It's all over the news, Clara. That blog post. It's gone viral. Everyone's talking about it.”

I added, my voice shaking. “Nothing close.. something like a personal reason, but I promise, I will sort this out and make sure i see with Dr Clara Myself” And for a moment, the name “Clara” rang a bell in my head, striking a nerve. I used to know a Clara but there was no way it could be the same Clara. The dead can’t be a doctor in the land of living. Even if she was alive, there was no way she could amount to being a doctor.

I would find a way to plan the perfect party for Odette – on my birthday – without surrendering even an inch of the progress I’d made. “The training will continue as scheduled,” I assured them. We parted ways, with most of them going inside. “I’m sorry,” Clara said. “There is nothing you should apologize for,” I told her. “I feel like I made everything worse,” she said. “You didn’t,” I said. “The fault rests fully on Ophelia.” Clara frowned. A pause fell between us, before I asked, “Did Odette really save Grayson’s life when they were kids?” “Yes,” Clara said. “I don’t know all the details, but that’s what they said. That’s what they always said.”

Clara kept weeping and screaming, forgetting the child. "I think you need to get someone's help with a higher authority." I suggested. Clara kept quiet and looked at me for a while. She was beginning to get sense with what I was saying. "I know who, I just hope the person helps me." She voiced out. "The person will." I assured her even when I had no idea who was going to help her. ********************** CLARA'S POV I got shocking news that could take my life along with it. I rushed to meet Flora who was wailing in front of the house. I refused to accept that what she said on the phone was true and she was being serious about this.

she hissed at me as I was blinking my eyes. Then, it happened. The story of how my wife, my Queen Klara, has been in a car accident near the cliff was coming over me. My mother, who was alive at the time, was telling me that she was drunk when she was driving before she hit the divider of the cliff and the car fell into it. The body was never been found as I mourned for my love. She couldn’t be alive, would she? “Klara? Is that you, my love?” I said before the dagger was digging into my skin. I was breathing heavily before I was turning to look into her blue orbs. The orbs that I have been wondering for the last 19 years that she was gone.