Novel & Cerita Clara Read

What she knew was that if Ophelia was hiding something, it was going to get revealed either way. ★★★★★ CLARA'S POV. A FEW HOURS' LATER. I was going through a few fashion tips from a site as I laid down on my bed with my position upside down, my legs were hanging on the wall but I found that a convenient way to stay at that moment. I was relaxing even though I had nothing much to do during the day. I was jobless. After a few minutes, my phone rang and after glancing at the caller, I stood up to my feet immediately and answered it.

BLAKE’S POV There was something wrong. The way she moved. The way she spoke. Even the way she looked! But most importantly, the way she held the clay. Clara was angry, everyone could tell that, but what was surprising was how she held the clay in her hands that she was using to demonstrate how to burnish after molding. The sides of the almost hardened clay were beginning to crack from the pressure her palms exerted on them. All of us were deathly quiet probably to know if we could hear the bowl crack, but mostly so our heads wouldn’t be next in line.

Of course Ralph took after his dear wife, from her eyes to her nature. …………….. In Klara’s bedroom…..Freya sat on Klara’s bed playing with goldie and stared at the woman on the sofa who is reading the journal with a smile on her face. After reconciling with her brother, Klara asked Lucas to return her journal and he did and since then she lost herself in reading her entries. It’s been four days yet she still can’t get enough of recalling her ten years of memories. “Klara!” She called her to which Klara replied with a simple hum.

“I’m tired.” “I know.” Another knock. This one softer. The door cracked open, and Nora stepped inside. She was out of breath, her hair messy from rushing, her phone clutched in her hand. “I came as soon as I saw the reports,” Nora said, squeezing past Grant. Clara’s face twisted—relief and shame tangled together. “Nora,” she whispered. Nora walked straight to her and wrapped her arms around her. Clara melted into the hug, her body shaking with the effort of holding herself together.

--- Clara arrived at 10:00 AM. She was small and pale, with dark circles under her eyes that spoke of sleepless nights and a way of holding herself that made her look like she was bracing for impact, like she expected the world to hurt her at any moment. She wore a simple dress and worn-out shoes, her hands clasped in her lap as she sat in the chair across from Eleanor. "Hi," Clara said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Hello," Eleanor said, matching her tone. "I'm Eleanor."

“I left my charger here yesterday, I’m completely lost without it. Don’t get up.” “You’re fine,” Alexander said. “What are we talking about? You both look so serious.” “Clara wants to call a clinic,” he said. “Another consultation.” And here is the part I will never forget. Elara didn’t ask what clinic. She didn’t ask which specialist. She didn’t say oh, that’s interesting, tell me more. She said, “Oh, sweetie, no. Remember last time? It cost a fortune and they said the damage was too extensive and you cried for a week.”

He knew better than to believe that someone like Clara could transform into a paragon of kindness overnight. Clara sat there in the lounge all alone, her heart pounding with a mix of apprehension and determination. She glanced around, ensuring that she was alone, before her fingers deftly moved to open her purse. From within its depths, she withdrew a small vial, the magical liquid inside shimmering with an ethereal glow.

“Elias, you can’t just decide” The door opened again. Clara walked in. The rhythm of her heels echoed through the room, each step deliberate, controlled. She didn’t hurry. She didn’t hesitate. She looked like she belonged everywhere Seraphina no longer did. She stopped beside the table and looked down with amusement. “Well,” Clara said lips curving. “This is disappointing.” She reached out, gripping Seraphina’s chin, turning her face slightly. “Look at you,” she murmured. “Laid out like something waiting to be dissected.”

She wouldn’t want him to know she was uncomfortable, that was going to distract him, so she just offered him a smile, forgetting that Alex could read her. “Would you like to help me out with something?” Alex asked, skipping the phase of asking if she was uncomfortable. Without wasting time, Clara nodded. It was better she did something while they waited for time. At Least, it was better than recalling the loud gossip of staff. “Come closer then,” Alex instructed. Clara stood and walked close to Alex. “What could that be?” Alex was looking at her in a way that she couldn't understand. She knows what gaze that was. As she looked at him, she tried to convince herself that she was just the one t

“The day of the accident. What happened?” Clara didn’t answer immediately. She closed her eyes, and a shudder ran through her frail body. When she opened them again, she was no longer in the dusty, quiet room with Avery. She was back in the cold, cavernous halls of the Reed mansion, on a day the sky itself seemed to be grieving. *