Clara Valac Novels & Stories

—Irina, I'm not understanding you. —It happens that yesterday I tried to communicate with you all day, we had a visit to the vineyard —she reminded him annoyed—You are my best friend and the only one, but I need if you are going to be with me in the preparations for my wedding, otherwise I will accept the help From Saul's sister, my sister-in-law would be delighted to participate in her brother's wedding. — Luciana closed her eyes upon hearing the hurt tone of her friend, she did not want to disappoint her, she had said it well, she was her best friend and her only one.

I gulp and face the window. “why are we here!?” I ask. “I want to show you something.” “Show me something in a garbage dump.” Yes ladies and gentlemen, Dalon Andrew took me to a garbage dump. “Yes..” He says. “Now climb up that” pointing at the huge mountain of empty plastic bottles and cans. You’re kidding me right? First he brings me all the way to the garbage dump far from home and tells me to climb that! Knowing me I might fall and break my legs.

“Now eat well so we can go see our great healer, Valencia.” *** Valencia lived on a guarded property, half an hour from the Valmore mansion. From outside, it looked intimate, with only six large Victorian windows on display at the front. Its red brick walls stood out from the lush vegetation that covered the sides. To Alana’s surprise, the house apparently went far down. They were now walking into an underground corridor where they were being led by a woman. “This way, Alpha Alric. Valencia has been waiting for you,” the woman said, pointing to a large double wooden door.

It was a quiet road in a small town. The moment I parked, I saw a crowd of farmers gathered around a farm stand. Dust filled the air as I stepped out of the car. I covered my nose and stepped forward before I finally saw who was standing there. It was Sabrina. She was wearing a bikini. Her voluptuous bust was supporting a pair of oversized apples, and she held up a large sign that read, "Gorgeous CEO supporting farmers. Buy a bag of apples, and you can cop a feel."

Subtle Victory Stefan's POV~ Clara’s thin frame, bruised by Natasha’s cruelty, trembled within Valenticia’s arm, and her gratitude came in a whisper. I’d made Clara promise not to speak of her capture, the part of rescuing her from Galden’s clutches. I owed her family for getting them entangled in this mess.

"I heard of a visitor today...would you mind telling me her name?" "That is confidential information, you should know that." Valeria replied, concentrating on what she was writing. "I really need to confirm something, I am a staff. Am I not?" She asked hoping to get a positive answer. "Her name is Dana Hamilton, and she is from Hamilton's enterprise." Valeria said, "Is that all you want to know, or do you want to bombard me with more questions?" "That is all I want to know...thank you." She said and left the office. Valeria sighed and looked up from her paper. She knew that Dana was Clara's mother because it was very clear from the looks of the woman. Clara looked more like her mother than h

“I’ll prepare the best one for you. You must care about her very much. I hope your relationship with your future daughter-in-law is always a happy one.” Clara beamed. “Of course, Miss Owner. Thank you.” She drifted toward the display case and paused. “Oh, look at these. The peonies are stunning. It’s rare to find a shop that keeps them this fresh.” She glanced back over her shoulder. “So… what brings you here, Mrs. Valen?” “Just stopping by,” Valencia replied with a small cough. “And I suppose I might buy a few flowers.” “You won’t regret it,” Marissa chimed in, picking up a stem of lily from the nearby bucket.

Valerie said, staring at the young man before her, not believing how crude he could be even if the girl had been a willing participant in their sexual games. He shrugged again, his gaze devouring her as he ran it from her head to her toes and back up again. “But it’s a hell of a lot of fun. What are you doing tonight? I could show you just how much fun we had the other night.” “I probably should introduce myself,” she said. “I’m Valerie Tanner. I’m one of the humanities teachers.” “Really?” he said, his lips pressed together in a smug smile as he nodded. “I’ve never bagged a teacher. You should definitely come over then.”

Before I reached the Vale hotel kitchen, a hard palm grasped my hand. And when I turned back it was my enemy, no other person than Adrian. His eyes were dark reddish, at his glance my heart skipped rapidly. But I didn't flinch because I grew up in a home where I met different expressions of my foster father. “Clara Voss, where are you running so fast to? I heard you're one of the best chefs in this city, so I wondered what you would be doing in my hotel.” He said clearing the air, as he stared intensely.

Val giggled and I raised a brow at her. “ Shit! It’s weird. Isn't it? I haven’t introduced myself yet.” she smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of her neck. “ Hi! I am Valentina, Luna but you can call me Val for short.” She giggled. “ I am Claire, not Luna” I chuckled “Urrgghh, Claire!! Why do you have amazing Luna qualities, already?“ She hauled and threw herself into me in a hug. I chuckled again, slapping her back gently with a small smile tugging on my lips. It seemed all the ladies in the pack were huggers.