Clara X William Novels & Stories

“Go slowly. Outsiders will think you’re running away from me.” “I don’t care...” Clara raised her hand to shake Michael’s hand, which was on her shoulder. In an unexpected situation, she slapped the face of the person sitting at the nearby dining table. And the person who was slapped by Clara was Edward James. She slapped him and make his cheeks lturn red. Clara’s fingerprints could be seen on his cheek. Fate was cruel to Clara. When she realized that the person she had just slapped was Edward, she could only cry in her heart.

Dove gasped in surprise. She did not believe that Clara would find Marble here. Clara continued to stare at the boy beside the table. She wished to know all the information about this person. She must get her Marble back. Suddenly, Clara turned to continue eating hotpot, not daring to look at the table anymore. She did not expect that the person sitting with that guy was Chris - her ex-boyfriend from high school.

Jason I stood there in confusion, my mind racing to piece together the situation. Clara, the lady I thought I knew now seems like a stranger to me. I watched her closely, trying to decipher the sharp shift in my behavior. Moments ago, I had laughed softly, my eyes warm with affection, as if everything between us was just fine. Clara’s face is unbearable, her eyes so distant, her warmth has evaporated, leaving only a coldness I can’t ignore. My heart tightens as she steps away from him, her body language suddenly shut off.

In that moment of tranquility, I felt a surge of protectiveness for Clara, an instinct to shield her from any danger that might threaten our pack's harmony. "Alastair," Clara began hesitantly, "I need to tell you something." I feel a sense of chill, like fuck, why am I behaving like this? Her voice held a hint of nervousness, and I could see the conflict in her eyes. My heart clenched with concern, wanting to ease whatever was troubling her. "Of course, Clara. You can tell me anything," I replied gently, my hand reaching out to reassure her. She took a deep breath, her gaze locking with mine. "I encountered someone earlier, a vampire. He offered me power in exchange for a favor, but I haven'

“You're a member of his so-called prostitution club.” Richard reached into his bag and pulled out the divorce papers, slamming them onto the table. Ian swallowed hard. “So sign them,” I told him. “Let's get this over with.” I watched him tremble with rage. He had probably thought he had everything figured out, but he had clearly forgotten one thing. I, Claire, was always one step ahead. He reached into his pocket angrily and pulled out his pen. I watched him closely as he finally began signing the papers, my heart pounding in my chest.

"What are you trying to do? Why do you have to make me cook when there are plenty of housekeepers at home? I think you're just looking for trouble, deliberately using him to put me down!" Bella trembled with rage. "How dare you talk back to me? What have you ever done for Clara? Besides spending money and causing trouble, what else can you do?" "How have I caused trouble?" Leonard questioned. "Everyone, get out!" Clara's sharp yell instantly drowned out all the arguing. She propped herself up, grabbed a pillow from the bed, and hurled it at them with all her strength. "Get out! Everyone, get out!" The room fell silent right away. Bella and Leonard were both stunned.

William stepped forward slightly, voice warm. “You’re welcome here, Mrs. Ray. Always.” My mother looked at him—really looked at him. And for the first time, her expression softened into something like genuine warmth. “Call me Clara,” she said. William blinked—just once. Then he smiled. A real smile. “Clara,” he repeated gently. And something inside me unwound completely. William cooked again—because he insisted it was a gesture of respect, and because my mother seemed both startled and impressed watching an Alpha move through a kitchen like he owned it.

Without knocking, I opened the door. Clara was on the bed, her earphones plugged in. She was watching a movie, and it was when she noticed that there was a presence in the room with her that she raised her head. The shock was visible in her eyes when she saw me. “Rowan. You cannot be here.” She glared at her housekeeper, her eyes blazing. “He's not supposed to be here. Didn't you tell him? I instructed you to not let anyone in!” Her voice seemed to go higher with each word, and I stepped forward.

“Clara. Your people took her from the royal compound. She is my fated mate, and my mistress, and I have come to take her home,” Marcus declared. “Now see, in the Warren, we let folks decide for themselves whether they’ll stay or go. And Clara has chosen to stay,” the vampire said. “I will hear it from her,” Marcus said. “I am owed that much.”

I looked down at Clara who turned her face away from everyone. "You may." I nodded. "Okay," he smiled and faced Williams. "Alpha Williams, I'm sorry, but if you're found guilty of attempted murder of the Alpha and Luna of this clan, you'll be arrested and taken as a prisoner. I'm sorry, but you called this upon yourself."