Clare At 16 Novels & Stories

The king seemed to be in jovial mood. "Tonight is a special night. Many of you akready knows it but tonight we are going to make it official. I am feeling immense joy in announcing my daughter prince Ciarra's betrothal with prince Elizah," King Allain announced proudly. One second the room was filled with silence and in other, the hall resounded with thundering applaud. Sabrina was staring at Elizah who refused to reveal any emotion. He was standing like a stone cold statue, replying curtly to the congratulations that came his way. Tears pricked her eyes.

Marcus pretended to be struck, falling back on the bed with an exaggerated groan "Oh... I've been defeated! The brave knight has bested me!" Caelum crowed with delight, climbing onto Marcus's chest and waving his block triumphantly. "I win! I win! I'm the winner!" Marcus laughed, wrapping his arms around Caelum and pulling him into a bear hug. "You certainly did win, little man. You're the bravest knight I've ever met." Caelum beamed, his face flushed with pride. "That's because I'm a superhero!"

Adrian replied, his voice skeptical. Clara realized she had to come clean. “Please… come meet me at The Knight’s Key. I’ll be waiting,” she said, softening her tone with a slight smile that could be heard in her voice. “I don’t have that time,” Adrian replied bluntly, with no hint of concern. “If I want to treat people they act like they need my help not act like they’re giving me order.” He added. Clara sighed. But with no other option, she tried to convince him.

That was exactly right. Clara was waiting outside my office with coffee and a tablet and an expression that said she had been up since five and had already thought of everything. “It goes live at nine,” she said, handing me the coffee. “Your father’s PR team sends the release simultaneously to every major financial outlet. Every business publication. The main wire services. By nine fifteen it’ll be everywhere.” “And Jason,” I said. “Will see it the same time as everyone else,” Clara said. “Your father decided against a private heads up. He said Jason didn’t extend that courtesy to you.”

Clara said. "Yes." “She is twelve years old," Clara said. “Yes." "And she needs to prepare a presentation," Clara said. “That is what she said." I heard what I recognized as the sound of Clara sitting down somewhere. “Call Adrian," she said. "She needs someone who has presented technical proposals to planning authorities." “Already texting him," I said. “Good," she said. "Tell Eleanor I am proud of her." “She will say you should wait until after the presentation," I said.

Chapter one hundred and thirty five --- Clara’s heels clicked sharply against the tiled floor of the police station as she paced back and forth, her voice echoing off the walls. “Tell me who filed for this arrest!” she demanded, spinning around to face the officer at the front desk. Her hands were clenched into fists, her face flushed, but her tone carried that unmistakable confidence she always wielded like a weapon. The officer, trying to remain calm under her storm, straightened his uniform and said, “Under the orders of Mr. Richard Greyson.”

Evelyn’s car was in the driveway below, engine running, her silhouette visible behind the wheel, still and waiting. He whirled around, gaping. “Evelyn is outside my house?” “Our house,” Clara said flatly. “It used to be our house too. Before you made it impossible for any of us to breathe in it.” “Clara I am your father and I am telling you that you are not walking out of this house tonight.” He moved to block the doorway, spreading his arms slightly, his voice dropping to something low and controlled. “You are sixteen years old. You are a child. And I will not allow you to…”

However, Damian wasn't intimidated by these unusual beasts. “Roarrrrrrrrr!" Roaring back, he ran towards them.... Year: 2020 Location: Somewhere in the US. Clara, a beautiful teenage girl, was on her way to her new school, Great Hill High School. She wasn't really excited about it because she had lots of friends in her former school, and she was going to miss them a lot. She had a sad expression on her face as she looked out of the car window while her mom drove her....

“Not here! This isn’t the time or place. I can’t ignore the facts anymore and neither can you, Clay. So please…we have to let go.” Clay stared at me unmoving, his eyes hard with disbelief and his entire body humming with tension. I could feel the strain in him, like he was ready to snap at any moment now. But this was for the best. For both of our hearts. “Clay.” Alpha Nicolas’s voice came from a bit far away. “It’s almost time, son! Come here so we can get the ceremony started.” Clay didn’t move for a few seconds until his eyes became hard. “Fine.” He spoke through gritted teeth. “Let’s break-up…until twelve.”

Unconsciously, I chuckled loudly to grab his attention. “ Calm down dude, one question at a time. Yes, I'm sixteen. Detention is a temporary state of confinement for bad kids in school. For about an hour or two, we are to remain in a classroom and make no noise. Of course, I'm in school, don't you have that here? Yes, my hair and eye color aren't so different. My skin color is white and pale although I was fully tanned before. I noticed most people around here have either brown or black hair. And Charlaedon didn't exist two months ago.”