Clara Afton Real Life の小説・ストーリー

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"

Clara murmured softly, "Yeah. Let's just forget about Wilson. He has nothing to do with us anymore." *** Sandra's miscarriage made the news. Someone posted a video online that showed Clara pushing Sandra away, causing her to hit the table. Sandra held her stomach in pain as things fell off the table and knocked onto her. The person who posted the video claimed to have been upset by Clara's action, which caused Sandra to have a miscarriage three months into pregnancy. Soon, the netizens immediately recognized the victim in the video—Sandra Cooper, the daughter of the Cooper family and Wilson's fiancee.

“No gold eyes, no insignia. They chased her through the pines, then disappeared like smoke. Patrols found nothing. No tracks, no scent, nothing.” Around the table, my senior warriors shifted uneasily. Their silence was louder than any argument. “We’re sure she’s telling the truth?” I asked. My voice came out low and hard, though I didn’t mean to sound like I was about to tear the walls down. “She’s terrified,” Ronald replied. “But steady. No signs of lying. Her name’s Clara, she’s seventeen, from the western valley. She was heading home from her aunt’s when they surrounded her. Said their eyes glowed red in the dark.”

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

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.”

"I helped you out, and you can't even say thanks?" "Thanks," I said succinctly. She pouted, clearly not happy with my indifference, but said nothing more and just turned up the car stereo. That night, Clara was on the front page of both Glenford's finance and entertainment sections. The headline read, "Black Group CEO Hospitalized After Collapsing on Street, Suspected Emotional Distress While Trying to Win Back Ex." The accompanying photo showed her being escorted into an ambulance by Hazel and her bodyguards. The comment section exploded. Some mocked Clara, saying that she got what she deserved and should have expected this when she flaunted her affair. Others claimed that Clara came back t

All Chamberlains were to be brought back to the family home that night. Freya had not even finished her intake paperwork before they knocked her out and sent her back. The others were no different. It did not matter where they were or what they were doing. Across the city, groups of men in black found each of them and brought them home. … Clara had been chasing evidence ever since the art exhibition shattered her world. She refused to accept that Oscar was Remi. She needed proof that he was not. She had found none. Instead, she discovered how small the painting circles in Silverton were. Word had already spread. Every studio she entered met her with cold stares or a door in her face.

"She's faking it! It's a trick! Help her! Now!" Clara reached out a trembling hand and touched my wrist. Ice cold. Stiff. No pulse. "Ma'am..." her voice trembled. "Miss Selena... she's been gone for a long time..." "Liar!" My mother slapped the housekeeper across the face. "You're all lying to me! How could my daughter be dead? I'm her mother! My wolf would have felt it!" Clara clutched her cheek, tears in her eyes. "Ma'am, I'll... I'll call the Enforcers..."

her aunt's husband named Evans said, Clara was dump founded including the aunt and her children.

Someone has come to see you from outside the city. A shiver went down Clara's spine. "Who?" She refused to reveal her identity. Just said she knew your mother." Clara stood immediately. "Where is she?" "Waiting at the boundary. She refused to come further without your permission." Clara grabbed her jacket and followed Mara to the edge of the Hollow. A woman stood there. Older. Maybe sixty. With silver hair and eyes that looked familiar. "Clara Reyes?" the woman asked. "Yes. Who are you?" "My name is Catherine. I was your mother's sister." Clara felt the world tilt. "My aunt? But you died. Five years ago. Car accident." "That is what we wanted people to believe." Catherine stepped closer. "Ma