Clara Valac Novels & Stories

And almost instantly, Lucious’s name lit up my screen. “Alpha, Clara is back within Varela.”

The air, perpetually scented with beeswax, expensive oil, and the faint, metallic whisper of desire, was her element. Years under Valerius’s tutelage had not just broken her; they had reforged her into something sharper, more potent. She was no longer a pupil. She was a mistress in her own right, and the manor provided her with fresh clay to mold. Clara was the newest. Twenty, with hair the color of wheat and eyes so wide and blue they seemed to hold the ghost of the countryside she’d come from. She moved with a fragile grace, jumping at shadows, folding in on herself.

"I know for the fact that we have our differences and we quarrel and that's because we are humans but that doesn't mean that you have to stop all of the hard work for this company just for another scandalous act . Valerie frank ,if you really do love this family ,and you really want dad forgiveness ,then I think that you should end all of this and go away and we would talk like sisters should always do "Clara yelled almost at the verge of tears . I wasn't moved. and neither was I suprised by her act ,I was already used to this ,this was it ,she was playing the victim card again when she was the one who's making my life hell and now it would look like i'm causing my family pains .

The sound of breaking glass filled the room. At that moment, Alpha Kelly walked in. He froze in the doorway. His eyes widened at the mess. “What is going on here?” he demanded. His voice was harsh and cold. I froze too. My heart pounded in my chest. I looked at Celia. She immediately put on her pitiful act. Tears welled in her eyes. She looked at Kelly with trembling lips. “I just wanted to help Valera,” she said. Her voice shook with fake emotion. “You know she’s carrying your child, so I tried to be kind. I wanted us to have a nice dinner. But she didn’t appreciate it.”

Marianne looked shattered because there was no longer room left to hide inside partial truth. She answered softly: “Clara.” Sabine froze. Lucian looked sharply at her. “No.” Marianne nodded. “Yes.” Henrik frowned. “Clara who?” And Marianne answered the name that broke even Lucian’s composure for the first time tonight: “Clara Vale.” Silence. Absolute silence. Because everyone understood what that meant before anyone spoke. The second child had not vanished randomly. She had entered the Vale line. Mara whispered: “The second child grew inside Vale?”

“And you still claim, from thirty meters away, through closed windows, you could hear the specific voices of Adrian and Elena Moretti?” “I know what I heard.” Falvio pounced. “Or what you thought you heard, Mrs. Costa? Did you know Elena had a lover who visited frequently while her husband was traveling?” Gasps erupted again. Valeria leapt to her feet. “Objection!” The judge frowned. “Sustained. Jury will disregard that last remark.” But the jury would not forget. Falvio knew it. The seed was planted. He leaned closer to the witness. “Just one last question, Mrs. Costa. Do you wear hearing aids?”

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.

Clara Vale lived on the 12th floor of an old, rundown building in downtown São Paulo. At 32, she was the undisputed queen of bestselling erotic romances. Her books sold by the thousands: Fuck Me Until Dawn, where the protagonist was destroyed by a mafioso with a 23-centimeter cock; Fireman’s Dick — the irony of fate hitting hard now — and her most recent one, Emergency Orgasm, which had spent three straight weeks at the top of the charts.

"Yeah. Clara Monroe. She’s in the back cabin this trip. They pulled her in last-minute to train a new crew." "I thought she only flew domestic." "Scheduling changes. You don’t know how this works." No. He never thought I knew how anything worked. He knew me as Lina Vale, the quiet flight attendant who came from nowhere. He didn’t know my real name could clear a restaurant with one whisper. He didn’t know my father, Lorenzo Valenti, had men in every port, judge’s office, and private terminal from New York to Sicily. He didn’t know because I had chosen him over all of it.

she thought. ”No no no I can't go, I can't face him.” Clara shakes her head as she turns to face Tricia. ”Why Clara? This is a great opportunity for you. Everyone is dying to get close to him and now is your chance. It seems you don't know whom we are talking about here.” ”I can't face him, Trica, I can't.” Clara almost cried out as she tried to make her friend understand her but it was impossible. No one will understand her in a situation like this without proper reasons. Just like Tricia had said everyone is dying to meet Alexander Walton.