Clara X William Novels & Stories

William pointed a finger at Claire, claiming, "I paid for your breasts, your nose, and I gave you so much money! You are mine, Claire! Mine!" Claire was shaken. She wondered, 'How could William find her? What if Brian returns home?'

When William lies injured and needs his father's attention? Ivy hovered nervously in the doorway. "Shall I fetch more tea, Madam?" "What good is tea?" I demanded, pacing furiously. "Will it keep my husband in my bed instead of hers?" Clara sighed, motioning for Ivy to clean up the broken cup. "Men seek pleasure, Madam. It's their nature." "Pleasure!" I spat the word. "He hasn't sought pleasure with me in months!" Clara's voice softened. "The Gamma has been under tremendous strain. First Katherine's death, now William's injury. Perhaps he simply seeks comfort."

Clary dad talking about scolding Damon Willam, when he doesn't even have the guts to speak nonsense or look at Damo badly, if it was before she could have believed that her dad really cared, but now she is not naive or stupid to think her father is really concerned about her, and if she tells him what Damon did to her all these years, her father doesn't have the guts to ask Damon William. "I'm still breathing and very happy, thanks to you I found such a perfect and loving husband, Damon William's treats me very well." Clary answered, the anger and blame that she had before has already disappeared, now her husband is changing for the better, someone might think she is just bluffing, but in re

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

Clara’s POV I put my hand on the book and swore to tell the truth, and I almost smiled, because for four months the truth had been the one thing I couldn't afford. Now it was all I had. "State your name." "Clara Whitmore." I sat. I looked at the room with my own eyes, all of it, the judge, the lawyers, Alexander at his table not looking at me, and I did not perform blindness, and I did not perform anything. I just sat there and let them see me.

I motioned, as I coughed harder. “Adrian wasn't like this, everything changed when his father and wife died on the same day. He became more rigid and wicked, claiming the world is unfair.” She voiced out, her eyes were filled with concern. “That's not true, he has probably being deceiving you all the while. That man is cruel and evil than we think.” I clarified, trying to dispel her statement. My heart skipped harder knowing people saw him as a scent. “Clara, you look very pale and sick. I think you should rest for today and I would make a cup of ginger tea to cool it off.” She suggested, holding my hands as if we've met somewhere else.

“Will it get worse?” “Yes.” She closed her eyes. “But if you walk away now,” I added, “he still wins.” Clara’s throat worked as she swallowed. “I’m tired, Adrian. I don’t want to be a prize men fight over. I don’t want to be the reason two powerful men destroy each other.” “You’re not,” I said. “This fight has nothing to do with you. Ethan would’ve started something sooner or later. You were just the spark.” She flinched at the word spark.

She looked up as they entered. Mimi’s first impression was of a ghost who had chosen to wear solid form. Clara was in her late twenties, with her father’s sharp, intelligent bone structure, but none of his ethereal frailty. Her eyes, the same pale blue as Jonathan’s, were clear, deeply tired, and held a sorrow that seemed decades old. She wore no makeup, her dark hair pulled into a simple knot. She looked like what she was: a humanitarian worker pulled from a crisis zone into a personal apocalypse. “You’re Clara,” Mimi said, not as a question. She took the seat opposite, William standing protectively behind her, Strom leaning against the doorframe, a silent observer.

His eyes were cold and didn't show any emotion. I left the room with a blank mind and confused by his actions. 'He's handsome, but arrogant. He doesn't even give his wife time. If I get married? I'll make sure that my husband won't be like him.' *** A few weeks later, everything went well. As time went on, I felt like I was forgetting who I was or who Lara was. I was slowly starting to feel like I was becoming Claire. Light started to fill the surroundings, and morning arrived. I slowly opened my eyes when the rays of light hit me. I slowly got up, looked around, and felt empty. I'm still here. Another day of pretentiousness. Being an impostor is not easy.

" I sensed a sliver of optimism as we sat there, hand-held. We were beginning to create something real—a basis of love and trust strong enough to withstand whatever obstacles lie ahead—despite the anarchy and anxiety. The next several days passed as a haze of media coverage and police interviews. Newspapers reported Vanessa's arrest, and Sinclair Enterprises had to deal with the aftermath. But despite it all, Clara and I stayed strong, our relationship deepening daily. One evening, as we sat on the porch observing Ella play in the yard, Clara turned to me with a solemn look. "Ethan, we have to talk about something." "What is it?" With a beating heart, I asked. "It regards Ella's future. She