Clara X William Novels & Stories

At thirty years old, Xavier found himself lost and aimless. It was not until he met William that he found a new sense of purpose. In Xavier’s eyes, William had always been a towering figure—strong, capable, seemingly unstoppable. It never crossed his mind that someone like William could ever be troubled by something as messy as love. Now he was genuinely curious to see for himself just how special this Layla Xander really was, that she could make William spend so much time and effort on her.

xander said angrily. " Am... Am so sorry sorry clyde." The girl apologised. " Let's go already xander. You have to prepare for your final exam." Clyde said and dragged him away. << Classroom>> They met their friends there and Clyde and Ella exchanged hug. " Listen up everyone." Xander started and all attention was on him. He held clyde hand and everyone started murmuring. " clyde and I are dating so I wouldn't want a situation where I will have to break someone's teeth regardless your gender if I hear a single word against him." xander said and Matilda looked up at him with surprise.

3. HARRY'S P.O.V : I ring the bell to claire's door to give her breakfast, I got for her. Her favourite donuts, her 'lifeline' as she calls them. They were these chocolate overfilled donuts with sugar on top of a single white chocolate coated layer.i just don't get how someone could eat this , but this is claire, she is different. I smile at only thinking of her. But she doesn't opens the door. I ring the bell again. I think calling her but that would ruin my surprise.

"That Miss Cadbury was very intense, and unnecessarily so." Glenn said as we walked to the dorm building from the building housing the classrooms. I smiled. "She is my wedding planner." I said, not even believing that I had just said that out loud. Clara would be getting married to a violent, hard cold man who erupted at odd times and did evil things and great harm to women completely unprovoked. "Oh… Poor you, Dear girl!" Glenn said, as we sighted Mila and Martha from afar.

I leaned back and locked eyes with a pair of dark brown obsidian orbs that registered worry. "How did you find out my babe?" "Kat told me . you can't hide stuff from me." Clara sat up pulling my white long sleeve shirt over her head she straddled me and kissed me slow and sweet. "Good morning Clara doe." Smiling back at me locking eyes with me she replied. "Mr Carlyle ...Perelli. Damn I need to get used to the fact that I'm dating another Perelli." "This one plans on having you barefoot , pregnant, and baking ."

"Let me give you some advice. Divorce her, walk away with nothing, and stay out of our lives." "Are you done?" My cold gaze landed on him, and a flicker of fear crossed his face. "What? You want to hit me?" His voice wasn't exactly quiet, and Sabrina heard him from across the way. She immediately came running over, her full chest bouncing as she rushed toward us. She didn't even bother to cover herself. "Casper, what are you doing? If you so much as touch Timothy, you and I are finished!" When she noticed the golf club in my hand, her expression twisted in rage.

The elevator chimed. Maddison's heart jumped as William stepped out, still in tactical gear from last night, his hair disheveled and a fresh cut above his eyebrow. Their eyes met across the penthouse, and the air between them crackled with unspoken tension. "I'll just..." Claire gathered her things quickly. "I'll be back this afternoon." Then they were alone. William moved to the kitchen, poured himself coffee, his movements controlled but tired. He looked like he hadn't slept at all.

She muffled, and tears streamed down her cheeks, while dhe sniffled loudly. She pulled away and Kelvin grabbed Alex’s hand and cleared his throat. “We have a question, Mommy.” Clara smiled and urged them to go on, while I folded my arms across my chest, and waited to hear what they had to say. ''That man back there looked exactly like us, Mommy. Is he our Daddy?'' Clara's face turned pale, and she quickly looked at me with widened eyes. I knew by the look on her face, that she demanded an answer from me, but I couldn't bring myself to respond, because I was lost in my own thoughts.

“Ryder is… occupied for now. But don’t worry about him. You should be more concerned about yourself. My name is Francis Williams. And I must say… you are even more beautiful in person than in your pictures.” He stepped closer, crouching down so we were eye level. His gaze was hungry, almost reverent, as he reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from my face. I jerked my head away, but he didn’t seem bothered. “I saw your photo and… something in me woke up,” he continued, his voice soft and almost dreamy. “I’ve lived a very long time, Clara. I’ve seen thousands of women. None of them ever made me feel like this. The moment I saw you, I knew I had to have you. Not as bait. Not as a to

Behind her was a smirking Willam, his gaze locked on mine as he rammed into her. Clara, with her eyes closed and mouth in a little O, had not seen me yet. For a full minute, I listened to her moan sweet nothings to William, saying how much she loved him and needed him. All the while, William’s eyes were locked on mine, mocking me. He was a billionaire. He could have had her anywhere else in his wealthy world. But no, it has to be in her apartment. It had to be at that particular time. Just so I would see.