Clarence Cast Novels & Stories

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Clarence threw his hair up in the sky. “Why don’t you do the honor, okay?” Vicky argued as if she was willing to rip Clarence’s hair if he wouldn’t shut his mouth for one second. “Fine,” Clarence faced me, the ding sound of the elevator resounding as the three of us went out of it. I held my breath while Vicky squeezed my arm tight. Clarence inhaled. “Okay. Here it goes! Thorn-of-Roses claimed that you are Wilhelm’s…mistress!”

Well, well. In the show's scene, Clarence sagged his eyes and squeezed his brow as he looked at his wristwatch, wondering how long the play would last before it ended. He was curious to see Stella's reaction when she learned that she was the candidate for today. Would it come as a shock or a surprise? Alternatively, perhaps... Clarence's eyes clouded a little and he felt a dryness in his throat as he thought back on the event. It wasn't that Stella didn't get a little carried away and run to give him a tender hug around the waist.

Clarence was dressed in a red dress and lavish make-up that accentuated her looks. “Hello, Raffy.” She said with a sultry edge to her tone. “I think you have something that belongs to me.” June watched in anger as Clarence walked towards Rafael, dipped her hand in his front pockets and brought out a pink lace panties. “I think it got misplaced sometime last night.” She said to the hearing of June who turned around and left the living room. “Wait-” Rafael said but it was too late, he turned to Clarence with a livid look. “You little-”

“You had no business being here.” Clarence didn’t even look surprised. “Didn’t I get an invitation?” “You know what I mean,” Clara snapped, lowering her voice. “You showed up and nearly ruined the entire night.” Clarence tilted her head, feigning confusion. “Did I? I thought I was being civil. I brought flowers, said congratulations, wished them well.” “You know very well you shouldn’t have—” “Is it because I’m on my feet now?” Clarence interrupted gently, eyeing every one of us.

You can say, Clarence has what it takes to be a great leader. And just like that, after four or five hours without any break, I see our diorama come to life. We got the four circles which should look like a caste system, the spiral staircase using white clay with some glitters to reach each level and each floor represents the Untouchable’s success. I gotta hand it to Clarence, he really did make it more believable. He even painted the figurines and dressed them up to match their level. “You have a knack in art,” I comment, my eyes continue to fixate on the strokes of the brush he uses.

When they needed something from her, they just walked into her office like it was their own, never telling her they were coming. Clara looked like a kid sitting at her enormous desk. She had one knee propped up and one laying cross-legged on her chair. She was wearing a dress today, so most of her legs were modestly covered, and her strappy sandals were discarded on the side hidden by the trash can. She had her hair held up in a bun by a scrunchie that had seen better days. It didn’t really hold up all of her hair, so her bangs and some tendrils fell around her face, giving her a very messy, romantic look about her.

says the man and continues "meet me and let's talk business. Falvio was standing outside a strip club and ofcourse it was a strip club. "Ofcourse" says Falvio shaking his head. He stands at the shady entrance, in a dark lane, in front of a run down door. The doorman looks up at the camera and hears something from the earphone and nods. He lets Falvio in and to Falvio's amazement the whole interior of this place was very classy. It felt like the whole place was designed by royals to welcome royalty. The chandelier, the Persian carpet. Everything here was nice so it was only fair the girls walked around almost naked to remind everyone it was indeed a strip club.

"Sylvie, I'm sorry I stopped coming to visit. I just got swamped around here. You can ask Killian. Things haven't been so great with Blackmoon. But with my other daughter here, things will improve, and now you and I..." A vine wrapped around his mouth, silencing him. Sylvara walked up to him, staring into his eyes. "What did I ever see in you?" Clarence's eyes shot to me, pleading. He had sold out his daughter. He had played with Mother Nature. He had started a war that resulted in the death of my men. He was a coward. Sylvara started walking around Clarence, looking him up and down. Vivian was crying, trying to pull away from me. I covered her mouth, trying to shush her. She would hate me f

"Anyway, it's not possible for you to succeed! Why do you have to torture me in this way? Living in peace isn't better for us, is it? You also avoid the hassle of getting married again.” Clarence’s wheelchair came to a stop and he paused at her comments. Though his head was inclined slightly toward her, his body remained statuesque. Then, as his demonic voice slithered toward her, he sent her a hard look out of the corner of his eye. "Who says I can't do it?" Clarence had fiery eyes like a sleeping beast in the dead of night. She had the feeling that if she spoke one more word, he would jump up and rip her neck out.