Clara X William Novels & Stories

The girls bid them goodbye as they left them. “Someone's getting famous." Penny chuckled as they walked into the mall. Kai's mine. He's always been mine! He dumped me because of that riffraff he calls wife? I hope he likes his present. The strange woman muttered to herself as she followed Xara and her friends at a distance.

Clara wiped lightly at the corner of her eye. Careful not to smudge anything. Careful not to let it show. “She’s going to resent us.” The words came out soft. Certain. Williamson didn’t hesitate. “She’ll understand.” Clara shook her head slowly. “No…” Her voice broke just slightly. “She’ll survive it.” A pause. Then quieter… “But she won’t forget it.” Williamson didn’t respond this time. Didn’t argue. Didn’t correct her. He simply sat there. Still. Composed.

Snow “Let them,” said White Claw Pack Luna as I stood up. “Maybe it will be good for them to settle their differences once and for all.” I nodded out of respect, but anxiety was killing me. I didn't want William to do something disrespectful because his instinct was making him jealous.

I asked, leaning against the bookcase. “No reason,” Clara said, now grinning openly. “You are not angry?” “Nope.” “Upset?” “Nope.” “Have questions?” Clara pulled a book from the shelf one about a myth passed down only among those with wolf blood. She studied it for a few seconds, then opened it and flipped through the pages. “I already know mostly everything,” Clara said with a smirk. My lips curved upward and I stepped closer, trapping her between my body and the bookcase. I ran my fingers lightly up the sides of her arms and felt her shiver. She tensed and stopped turning the pages, her breath catching.

Together, they made an unlikely pair: two broken people who'd been given a second chance they never expected. Ella watched them from the doorway, her heart full and aching at the same time. "They look happy," Xander said. He was standing behind her, his hand on her shoulder, his presence warm and steady. "They look like they're saying goodbye." "Is that so terrible?" Ella thought about it. "No," she said finally. "I think it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." --- William asked to see her alone on the third day. Clara was sleeping—her body had given out after hours at his bedside—and the nurses had stepped out to give them privacy. Ella sat in the chair beside his bed, holding his ha

Dante scurried out of there faster than he chased a ball on court. “I’d love to stay and find out how this will end but I just started getting used to being around Tony and can I just say, he’s beginning to grow on me.” It was left with Claire, Crystal and I on the floor. People might not like Claire for her tendency to be overdramatic and over involved in other people’s lives, but it was for this very reason I found myself thanking the stars that she was my friend and I had met her before this winter formal. She stood her ground there, refusing to move, making Crystal obviously uncomfortable and unable to do whatever she had planned to do the moment she saw me come in.

The wind instantly whipped against my tailored suit, but I walked deliberately toward the alley. As I approached, she didn't even move. She just kept staring at the wet pavement, completely numb to the world. I stopped a foot away from her, tilting the umbrella so it shielded her from the heavy downpour. The sudden lack of rain hitting her head made her flinch. Clara slowly lifted her face. Her makeup was ruined, dark mascara tracking down her pale cheeks, and her lips were blue from the cold. But when her eyes met mine, I didn't see tears. I saw a dangerous, raw spark of anger.

--- Clara Notices That Too And suddenly— For the first time since I've known her— She looks hurt. --- Not Angry. Not defensive. --- Hurt. --- Clara "You think it's me." --- Silence Heavy. Painful. --- Xavier Doesn't Answer Immediately. --- Which Is Answer Enough. --- Clara Looks Away Briefly. --- My Chest Tightens Because suddenly I hate this. --- Clara Has Been Here Through Everything Madison. The leak. The company. The marriage. --- She Protected Us. --- Didn't She? --- Clara Finally Speaks Quietly.

Fred is a professional in the field, and there is barely anything he can’t dig up. “ Bruno Clark, I want you to dig up everything. Finances, deals, medical records, past scandals, Everything that can break him” Fred chuckled from the other side of the phone “ Are you sure you want dirt? This is looking like a war” I leaned backwards, staring at the directions hallway, where Clara was standing. “ I don’t want a single thread untouched,” I added. “ Got it. 24 hours” he replied and hung up. Hours later, I stood by the bedside watching Clara sleep. Her breathing was slow, peaceful but I knew that peace was temporary.

A pawn, just like me. As I get ready to have a shower, my thumb hovers before I scroll down to a specific contact. Clara. I told her I’d check in before leaving the mansion. It’s just routine, I tell myself. I need to know if everything’s running smoothly. But that’s not the whole truth, is it? I open the message screen and start typing. Me: Anything unusual at the mansion? Let me know. She’s probably in Ella's room again, with another movie and a bowl of popcorn, munching in the most ungraceful manner possible. Or maybe outside in the garden, where she always seems to find some peace.