Clare At 16 Novels & Stories

One I had replayed more times than I cared to admit. I forced my mind back to the present. “You’re done with classes for the day,” I said instead, turning away from her abruptly. “You’ll be attending a gala tonight.” She stiffened. “A what?” “A family event,” I clarified. “Formal. Public.” “I wasn’t informed.” “You are now.” “I don’t have anything to wear.” I paused, then spoke without looking at her. “You will.” I pressed a button on my desk. “Marco.”

It was business, not sentiment. Clara attempted a weak smile. “So… I’m officially yours now?” she asked, her tone teasing, though the edge of nerves showed. Jeffery didn’t answer immediately. He raised his hand slowly, pointing at the window overlooking the city skyline. “You’ll perform tonight,” he said, his voice low, precise. “But not on any stage, not for anyone else. Only here, only for me. Every Thursday night, like I before.”

Alora Well, this is fifty seven shades of fucked the hell up. I am standing back here at the back of the room, behind the podium where Killian is currently addressing his wolves. He's explaining that I'm his mate, and we have claimed each other. I almost choke on that, but I manage to hold it in.

“You really threw me off with your confession.” She felt a soft pat on her head. “I understand. How about I’ll ask you for answer after you get revenge on your next target? You should be surer of yourself then,” Caiden suggested. “It is set to happen in the summer after you graduate.” Clara was surprised that he was being more considerate. Graduation was far away. She still had to complete second year. The summer after graduation was 21 months away. “That’s a long time to wait for a confession,” she said in concern. “Are you sure you’re that patient?”

What does Parkerville think they are? Harvey approached with his hands behind his back, with a derisive glare. "Since you said that I'm harassing you using my identity as representative… Fine, I'll show it to you, then. Clarion, I'm not telling you to kneel and apologize right now as the Representative of Country H Martial Arts Alliance. Otherwise, I will punish you before everyone!"

I gritted but then my mind wandered to the past, the memories when I was the one who hurted my mate the most. “It’s okay! We will help you and together, we will save your mate.” the dwarf assured me and I felt a bit relieved. Of course, the more the merrier isn’t just an idiom to apply, it is an emotion that is felt when you are ready to face fate. “All right, let’s get this done, we are lacking time. There is hardly any time left until midnight. Before that ceremony, we have to find Luna and bring her back.” Pauline reminded us and surely, we are lacking behind the time.

How does one even address a sixteen-year-old who is technically meeting them for the first time? “Hi, Aldo, I’m Hattos. You can call me…” Hattos tries to speak too much, and I clear my throat forcefully. The two turn to look at me, with Hattos quickly ignoring me. “Yo, man, he looks just like you at sixteen. Angelo, I see the resemblance. No DNA test is needed anymore.” Gosh! How can Hattos suddenly be so loose-lipped? He doesn’t even think about the effect this would have on the discussion we’re about to have.

I snapped back. "My dad said eighteen. That's when they expected me to shift, not at sixteen! Fuck Quinn," he tried pushing away from me but I just held him tighter in protest," pack laws won't even let you mark me until I'm eighteen." He started struggling harder against me. I held him tightly, letting him fight until he finally gave up. He wrapped his arms around me and started shaking.

looking very pleased with herself. "I guess its only fitting," Clayton said as he stood up, sliding his jeans off and revealing a pair of black boxer briefs that appeared to be working very hard to contain him. Camden smiled as her eyes raked over him, eager to see what would happen in the next round. Either way, she knew what the outcome would be and there would be no real losers.

No, he wasn't going to hide in his spacious modern office or find out what went down at the reunion party from the I*******m posts and pictures of his friends. Rolling the tight muscles of his neck through his strong fingers, Shawn fingered his Harvard University Ten-Year Reunion badge. Then he got ready to show Ivan how badly he had messed up in college by flaunting his date to his face and doing every kind of PDA necessary that would make Ivan never ever forget tonight. His gaze fixated on the individual who alone possessed the power to halt the world around him. Ivan exhaled, revealing a hint of unease, as he laid eyes on Shawn, who was looking at him with an indescribable expression.