Clarice Hannibal Lecter Novels & Stories

"Claura has been missing for over ten days. There was a possibility that she had been locked down in the cellar. If we let Professor Norma rule, how many innocent practitioners will die," O.Renci tiredly rubbed his head. He set down the pen on the table and grabbed the glass of cooled water on the table, and drank a deep breath. Then he said slowly, "You want to check the cellar?" "That's for sure," Hana said firmly. "Hana," O.Renci said wearily. "Do you know why the book came back?" Mr. Renci's strange look made Hana feel like he knew the person who took the book was her. But Hana wasn't scared, she was about to break Professor Norma's owner's magic, and soon she was going to knock Professo

Clarice said and scanned through the document until her eyes became like slits, and anger was seen on her face. “Only a hundred million? This is outrageous; how dare he. If I had known this from the start, I would have killed you sooner.” Clarice spitted this sentence in rage but continued reading. When she got to her inheritance, all she read made her fume even more. “For Clarice Elon, the honor of being an Elon? ____The honor of being an Elon?____ Honor?____ You old bastard, I will show you the honor of being an Elon. Honor my ass!”

“You’re right. Me reaching to find information does come at a price, and digging deep to find someone—like Priscilla—would be costly.” A familiar breeze drafted into the room. Clarice stilled, her gaze shifted toward the corner of the room, like in those ghost movies I hated so much. “She’s in here,” she said calmly. “She’s everywhere,” I snapped. Clarice’s dark eyes moved toward mine. “You have dark magic in you.”

The whole place was filled to the brim as the movie, ‘altar ego’ was being shown. Harmony sat next to her daughter who was beside Vivian. Next to Vivian was the director and other cast of the movie. Ichabod stood in a corner, standing where he could see Harmony. She was looking extraordinary and he was finding it difficult to believe that this lady wasn’t the same woman that he had married. What kind of trick was this? Still he tried to maintain his cool, he needed to plan how to get close to this woman, he needed to find a way to get close to her heart...again before the full moon.

The woman in the torn silk dress looks like she is about to speak, her mouth slightly parted, the red stain across her chest spreading further than it was the last time Isadora saw her. They turn down a corridor she has never seen before—narrower, darker, with no windows to let in even the faint gray light of rain. The walls are lined with bookshelves that stretch all the way to the ceiling, packed with volumes bound in dark leather and cracked cloth, spines worn smooth where countless fingers have traced their titles. She did not write this corridor. Did not write these books. In every draft of her manuscript, she had given Caelen a war tent on the edge of battlefields, maps spread across r

Tiana Greene arrives on Lycan Isle with nothing but a suitcase, a scarred past, and a desperate need for work. When she is hired as a maid in the sprawling cliff-side mansion of Ross Lycan – the island’s reclusive billionaire – she expects long hours, strict rules, and silence. What she does not expect is the man himself: cold as the steel in his voice, brutally private, and carrying a shadow in his gaze that keeps everyone at arm’s length. Rumours whisper through the island of former staff fleeing in fear, of Ross’s cruelty, and of the mysteriously vanished brother whose memory haunts the mansion halls. Tiana tries to keep her distance, but every forbidden glance and accidental touch tight

“As long as you’re with me, Mr. Cillian will not touch you.” I was surprised by the concern in his gaze. Salem frightened me almost as much as Mr. Cillian did, yet here I was, letting him whisk me back to his home, where he would inevitably seduce me once more. But now I knew what happened when I did not feed. I’d become delirious, mad with lust—exactly what I’d been told I would become if I ever touched myself. It seemed strange to me that perversion would bring me clarity, when I’d been raised to believe the opposite. I couldn’t get the poor man’s frozen eyes out of my head. I shuddered, trying to hold off the tears.

Letting go of obsession might allow a new beginning, but her hatred for Niel would remain with her for life. … When Clarice was brought back to the police station, Khloe was already waiting. The authorities had collected all evidence of Clarice hiring assassins and attempting to manipulate Ethan to steal corporate secrets from the Morrison family. This time, Clarice was finished—completely. Khloe brought a lawyer and requested a private meeting with Clarice. Clarice greeted Khloe with a faint smile, as if she felt no fear for her fate. There was nothing left to ask; everything had led to this moment, and nothing else mattered.

"Oh, that's fuck up." She look at his wristwatch and let out a deep breath. "I need to go. You do your part, act as Hilary as you could." after he said that he disappeared. Why do I need to do this? What is the purpose? What is the intention? I read some Thiera Luna works in Good Novel and when sleep kick in I put my phone in the side and fall asleep.

*Ding Dong* "I'll check it," Aciano said and went towards the door. I heard muffled voices. They were perhaps talking. "Thank you," Aciano said then went back in. I noticed a parcel in his hand and I then asked, "What is that in your hand?" "The guy said it is a parcel for you from-" Aciano stopped for a while to read it clearly, "I don't know. It just says that it is from the Red Catchfly Forest?" I now change into my new clothes and sat on my bed. The parcel caught my attention as I unwrap it. There it revealed a book. Perhaps a notebook but, a thick one.