Clarence Cn Characters Novels & Stories

he begged his mom. Clarence is still mad, but she relaxes a little when she sees how miserable her son is. After her husband passed away because of his alcohol addiction and liver failure, she diverted all of her love towards Kevin, her son. She will give him everything he wants in his life. And getting rid of Claire is just a small issue for her. But about Ida Wilson, he should do it on his own. "I will deal with Claire. In the meantime you and pursue Ida. You said that she is your uncle's new assistant right? If you marry her, at least we can have some power in the company through her" Clarence promised.

You won't escape from me again,’ he draws out another gun and starts shooting, but she was too far, and couldn't get an aim on her. Clara was climbing over one of the fences when she saw the headlights of an oncoming car. It was her chance to get out of there. She almost gets run over as she flags the car down, but then a thought sneaks into her mind, ‘What if it's one of them?’ Then it’s too late for her, anyway. ‘Carmen! Carmen!... Clara! Get in!’ It was her uncle, Nicholas Jacobs, the conniving bastard who sold her out to the criminals.

A loud and deafening screech welcomed them; the band of darkness was no longer lingering the cauldron’s mouth. The piercing cry grew louder as they entered the cabin. Clarence did not care about what the sound was, so he went over to the alpha and tried waking him up. Unfortunately, it was hopeless – Cliden was no longer breathing. Clarence, though he was envious of his brother’s position, cared for him. After all, Cliden was the only family he had left who was bold enough to accept his unfriendly nature despite of him being indifferent, and he regretted it – he regretted choosing envy over love.

“I may have given you a free pass into this fucking bar, but I didn’t say you could insult or touch what's mine,” Cicero growls. “I brought you here for me to fuck with her. Not for you to fuck with her.” Oh my god! Clarence is a tall man, but Cicero still towers over him. Clarence reaches for his throat, struggling. “Stop, you’re killing me,” he gasps, but Cicero tightens his fingers, slamming Clarence up against the wall.

“Have a professional look at that, but it should keep your blood on the inside for the time being.” “Thanks, love,” Declan said, and rose to his feet. He was stiff, I could tell, but his muscles rolled and flexed under skin that had almost no fat on it whatsoever. Something about him was magnetic, and I wanted to stay close. Patrick, of course, had other ideas. “Come on, Claire,” Pat said, “I’ll take you home.” ~ * ~ Patrick held my bloodied sweatshirt as we headed back to the pick up truck. I couldn’t help but scoff. “So,” I said, climbing into the passenger’s seat, “my bar is connected to your underground fight club, or whatever.”

Cia follows me, standing next to my throne. She doesn't scream. She isn't resistant. She just goes along with it. Being able to manipulate humans it's so much more fun than trying it on a wolf. A human can be so gullible. Cia pours me a new glass of whiskey. Placing it on the table next to my seat. Grabbing my glass then taking a sip. Spinning the whiskey inside the glass staring at Crissy and Kia being dragged away. “There is nothing special about this girl. She is full of doubt and insecurities. Making her dislikable.” I lean back into my chair. Watching as the clouds roll in.

Okay so in the story I haven’t mentioned how the main characters look. So here are their physical descriptions just to give you a heads up. :) Summer: 17 years old. Dark brown short hair, She wears glasses (not always, only when she plays video games or uses the computer) Pale skin. Average height. Brown eyes. She isn’t overweight nor shes thin.. she somewhere in the middle. you know curvy. :p tomboy. Ginger: 17 years old. Orange-Ginger long hair, she is fair, thin. She also has glasses. blue eyes. She's like the cute nerd.

Based on the girls’ giggles, I am safe to assume that he’s also one of those blessed with good looks. Seriously, why are all the people I’ve met in Dawn City good-looking?! My thoughts are interrupted as the guy, Clarence, sits right behind me. So that is his assigned seat. For the moment there, I thought that seat was always unoccupied. He stares at me for a moment then smiles. “Hey, cool eye pad. I’m Clarence, Clarence Benz.” Without hesitation, I answer, “Thanks, I am Nina.” The girls from earlier look at me in disgust as one of them whispers, loud enough for me to hear.

“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.

He shifted back into human form and slapped away the hand I was using to cover his mouth before huffing angrily, "I might be all cute and small, Marigold, but I'm not stupid! "How is that woman your sister? She does nothing but say mean things about you and wish the worst on you! I think she's rotten to the core! "Besides, you have nothing to worry about, Marigold. I might not be as old as that beastfolk, but I've got plenty of stamina." Seeing how red his face was, I chuckled and remarked, "I don't believe that." Clarence was the King of the Phoenix clan. He certainly had a ton of stamina. I knew that all too well in my previous life. That was why I ended up carrying several phoenix eggs no