Clarice Reindeer Novels & Stories

I want to bring some presents for Cliara to gain her trust. I walk to the dining hall for breakfast. There I find Zalev and Louise sitting next to each other, eating, but not exchanging a word. I quickly share a look of understanding with Louise before turning to the Beta. "Zalev, I am leaving for Crescent Moon to visit Alpha female Cliara. As you know, she had an accident a few weeks ago in which she lost her memory and one eye. I want to offer her my sympathy in person. The pack has friendly relations with both Eclipse Howl and Blue Blood, and we must keep them warm."

"If we're offering bribes in the form of bacon, then we're not worthy of ruling this brunch empire." Clarisse stood and addressed Saben. "So… is this where I make a break for it? He grinned, half-mesmerized, half-embarrassed. "You could. But you might miss the bit when we name the baby after cheese." She showed him a cookie and raised it in toast. "Then I'll remain for the Manchego arc." Everyone grunted. Teresa, G****e-ing already baby tuxedos, turned up to smile. "It's official. Clarisse is in.

His little wolf’s revenge is unbearable. He opened the journal again and laughed, caressing the cartoon drawings she drew. A picture of chameleon with it’s head chopped and a crying wolf with a dagger stabbed in it’s heart. He knew who she was representing from the drawings. It still humours him whenever he remembers Klara mentioning Cecelia as chameleon. Only she could come up with such funny nicknames. She calls Dylan a bald head and Milo as crooked nose and calls him as Moron. Silly woman.

Maybe because snow leopard shifters didn’t have a den or a pride, they searched for ways to amuse themselves when not at their job. “I’ve planned a special date. Not a night or an afternoon but a whole day,” Clarissa told us as he yanked the bedding on the floor. “Can we do it while we’re in bed?” I opened one eye and closed it again. Clarissa’s bright-orange shirt had palm trees plastered on it and his wide, cheesy smile was too much this early in the day. “Nope. Get up or we’ll be late.”

I love working alongside my kids. Clarice found her mate, Prince Regan of the Werehawk Kingdom. She is a one-of-a-kind witch. She is a werehawk witch, who is also an omega. Elliot and I are so proud of the life she has accomplished. She currently has two children and has decided that is where she will stay. She helps her mate in solving issues within the kingdom. The werehawks absolutely love her and would do anything for her. I love going to visit her and watching her in action. She really knows how to solve issues among people and creatures.

Clarice came into the deli half an hour later, and I could hear her gasp perfectly from the front doors. "Oh my god!" she cried. I was sitting on the counter, which was the only place in the deli that was free from the debris. "I know," I said dejectedly. "Will you drive me to the nearest cliff where I can jump?" Clarice stepped over the overturned chair and came towards me. Then she did the most heart-warming thing. She hugged me. Her arms wrapped around my waist and her head rested against my chest. Her blonde hair smelled of some divine perfume that lifted my spirit, but just a little.

Walking out to the huge porch, her arched brows knitted and she said, “Isaac?” "Do you know him?” Zara asked. And, Clarissa rushed toward the blind man, grabbing his shoulders dearly, her face finally wearing an easy smile since the demise of her unborn child. Scanning her delighted gaze through his round, puffy face which wore many scratches, with a shaky breath, Clarissa replied, “Of course, I know him. He is my nephew.” A burst of excited laughter filled the gloomy atmosphere as Clarissa engulfed the young one in a huge hug. And Zaramanni watched as the he-wolf returned the embrace, relief all over his face.

Clarisa greeted shyly. “Hello, Clarisa… No wonder Reed is head over heels for you. You really are so beautiful,” Jon chimed in. He was the playful one among Reed’s friends. “Aren’t you going to stop, Jon?!” Reed said, his tone threatening. “Ahm, these are my friends: Loren, Cyena, and Patrick,” Clarisa introduced her own group of friends. “Hi, guys,” her friends greeted flirtatiously, suddenly acting cutesy. Clarisa pinched each of them. “Hey! You guys are embarrassing me!” They all laughed together.

But tonight, exhaustion mixed with a restless heat low in her belly, making her shift uncomfortably. "Dory, still at it? The reindeer need their rest, and so do you." Santa's voice boomed from the doorway, warm and gravelly, like a hearth fire. At 50-something in appearance but timeless in spirit, Nicholas Claus filled the frame, broad-shouldered, belly rounded from centuries of cookies, his white beard trimmed neat, eyes twinkling with that knowing glint. He wasn't the jolly myth; he was real, weary from the endless rush, shoulders carrying the weight of a world's wishes.

He continued, "Clara has been disturbing everyone.” “Why?” Aric sighed dramatically. “For wedding decorations." I stilled for a moment, wishing I hadn't asked. The New Moon Celebration always included a ceremonial mating dance. Apparently Clara had decided that meant transforming every available space into something that resembled a wedding venue. "She recruited Serafine for the job." Aric added amusingly. My stomach tightened and he noticed. His grin returned. I hated that grin. "What's that expression for?" He folded his arms across his broad chest "I can tell what you're thinking."