Clara And The 12th Doctor Novels & Stories

"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.

the doctor said putting me into deep quandary. “Ok Doctor! Thank you for visiting. Let me drop you off to the main road.” I said and left taking the car keys but not before telling Sona to take care of my wife Venessa! ----- Clara will have to go to the hospital. What will she do there? Will she tell the truth? or will she escape? Can she actually escape from Mark? Keep reading and don't forget to comment! :)Apsia

With a deep breath, she focused her energy and channelled her angelic powers, attempting to break free. As she summoned her inner strength, a voice echoed through the chamber. "Impressive, Claire. Your determination is commendable." Startled, Claire looked around, trying to locate the source of the voice. "Who's there? Show yourself!" she demanded, her voice laced with defiance. A figure stepped out of the shadows, revealing a tall, cloaked individual. It was Cassandra, the enigmatic member of the Twelve. Her piercing gaze bore into Claire's soul, a mixture of curiosity and malice.

Dr Matthew said to her. Clara was in total shock as she closed her eyes, and tried to get up but couldn't. After a third attempt, she stood up to her feet, said thank you to the doctor and headed for the door. "Miss Hugh's, Miss Hugh's, if he is what we think he is you are not safe," Dr Matthew called after her. Clara turned to the doctor like a zombie with no expression on her face. "We are getting married. My fiancee is a vampire. A blood-sucking monster," Clara thought and turned to face the doctor fully. "I must find my husband," she said, turned around and opened the door.

Together, the four of us walked out while Fernandez and Dominic stayed behind with Leon. The doctor led us to a heavy wooden door and opened it. The room was bathed in the soft gray light of the afternoon. It didn’t feel like a hospital ward; it felt more like a sanctuary. Clara was sitting up in bed, her knees pulled tightly to her chest and her head resting on her legs. She looked fragile, her hair matted with dried blood from the blow she had taken, but the moment the door creaked, her head snapped up. When her eyes landed on me and the baby carrier, she let out a sob that broke my heart.

The man was pale and shaking, terrified by the sudden teleportation. "Dr. Clark," Ethan’s voice was chillingly cold. "Clara's private physician." "I… I didn't do anything wrong…" the doctor stammered. "Didn't you?" Ethan grabbed his collar, his eyes glowing red. "Then let's have a look at your memories." The vampire's mental power was absolute. The doctor’s pupils dilated, his expression going slack. "Tell me, is Clara's heart condition real?" "No… it's not…" the doctor answered robotically. "Her heart is perfectly healthy… There was never anything wrong with it…"

I grabbed my helmet, my stick, and took a deep breath but as I moved toward the door, a shoulder suddenly slammed right into mine. Yasmine. She glared down at me with her face behind her helmet, “Don't mess this up, Trixie. If anything goes wrong out there, you know exactly whose fault it’s going to be.” I immediately shoved my shoulder right back into hers, hard enough to make her stumble a bit, and pulled my helmet over my head. “Watch where you're going, captain,” I muttered, marching past her. The moment I stepped out of the tunnel, the crowd and the lights hit me, completely overwhelming my senses. My head spun for a second as the volume of the roaring fans washed over me, and I got bum

"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."

Gideon I was willing to overlook Clara’s recent actions. She was confused and frightened. It only made sense that she would try to run. The butler reported that the cleaning maids had collected a modest pile of supplies from the hall outside of Clara’s room. She had taken only a few essentials. Because she returned everything, there was no reason to punish her for theft. Looking over the list of returned items, I found myself glad that I had found her so quickly. Clara was a maid, not a warrior trained for long campaigns on minimal supplies. She would not have survived long out in the wilds, even if the Rogue hadn’t attacked her.

She would hold my hands and then she would tell me that everything was going to be alright. If it was Clara involved in all of this the backhold then Luke would not even be in a hospital bed right now at all struggling to stay alive he would be hale and hearty after eating a nice healthy meal and his only complaint would be that his mom never allowed him to have enough snacks. I was so angry and frustrated. I tried calling Cassie but just as Miss Gil had warned me they went off into the void out of that same bubbling frustration I called Clara. I was on the second ring when the Doctor came over. She tilted her glasses and explained that Luke would be all right but she heavily hinted that it