Clarissa Granger Novels & Stories

Hearing her yell at her to stand up, Crula immediately stood up. “Madam, you have to believe me. I know nothing about that.” “You’re still going to lie, right? I see that you would love to be one of the Gray family’s enemies.” Crula’s eyes widened. The Grays ememy? That was something no one would love to be. Being one of their enemies is like a death sentence that she would never want. She watched as her boss’s daughter walked to the chair where she once sat and took her laptop before walking back to her.

Jessa’s hands were unsteady as she reached out to gently brush a strand of hair away from Clarissa’s pale face, her fingers trembling with the weight of grief and desperation. Clarissa, who had once been a beacon of life and joy, was now still—her eyes closed, her smile gone, her vibrant spirit snuffed out by an unfathomable tragedy. The cruel hand of fate had stolen away someone so precious, someone who had fought for love and freedom, someone who had stood up against an evil that sought to crush them all. Jessa couldn’t understand how it was possible. The pain was too raw, too real, and it seemed like it would consume her if she allowed it. The world had become a darker place without Clari

her eyes widened in realisation. "What?!" Clarissa exclaimed. "You have to pay the price for disrupting out little dinner somehow." He smiled. "Is that so?" She chimed with a cheeky grin. She rolled over and planted herself on top of him. "So where were we?" --- "Hey," Clarissa took off her glasses to give a brown head her attention. The man who was bold enough to approach her, had credits for his looks obviously. He had attractive set of hazel eyes. They weren't compared to her favorite pair of green ones but she listened for the fun of it.

He thought she might be taking advantage of his grandfather for money. Don Miguel’s hearty laughter brought Reed back to his senses. "No Reed, she’s not my girlfriend… This is Clarissa. She’s the daughter of our estate caretakers. She just returned from New York, where she works as a nurse.” “Since both of you are here, I want you to know that I want you two to get married in the future... She’s the one I want you to marry, grandson.” Both Reed and Clarissa fell silent, staring at Don Miguel

“Margaret’s charges are formal. Court date solid. Clarissa lost her main lawyer. Griffin’s gone silent.” Vivienne dressed fast. “We push on the remaining assets today.”

So Daisy had approached Charles for Hansen Group's secrets all along? I recognized the man immediately. I had seen him in Oakhaven's business papers before. Herman Grant. The heir of the Grant Corporation, the only company powerful enough to rival the Hansen family. The floating comments exploded again. [This scene wasn't in the original story at all! The male and female leads were supposed to have pure love! Where the hell did this villain come from?!] [Life is already hard enough. I just wanted a sweet romance, not to get emotionally destroyed by the author. I'm out.]

Linda said dismissively. Clarissa gritted her teeth, her mind already running through different possibilities at once. “Her popping back up doesn’t seem right if you ask me,” she finally said. Linda scoffed, dropping onto a couch. “When money’s involved, anyone can surface, Mom.” But doubt lingered on Clarissa’s face. Hannah had stared straight into her eyes and insulted her without hesitation. And if she was right about people, that wasn’t the confidence of a gold digger.

The day I got the callback for my second interview, my mother, Sara Bingley, came home with two bags. "You're about to start your job for real, and that means dressing professionally. I bought you girls a suit each, one for each of you, fair and square." Molly Pitcher happily took her bag. Inside was a fitted, deep navy suit, sharp and clearly not cheap. What landed in my hands was an ill-fitting black suit pulled from the clearance rack, so oversized the sleeves swallowed the backs of my hands. Mom smiled and touched my cheek. "Cathy, you'll still grow. I bought it big on purpose. Give it two years, and it'll fit just right. I went to I don't know how many malls just to track down that

Darkness seeped into his eyes, making them narrow into sharp points as he took in Brandon Clifford's face. Clarissa ran the shower, making sure it was on a high temperature, and undressed. Nothing like a hot shower to revive her spirits and get her creative juices flowing. She'd made several calls around the town trying to get to Brandon Clifford or someone who worked for him, but her search had not produced any results. She couldn't help wondering if he was also a recluse and trying to keep his presence in the town hidden.

But she couldn’t reach her, so the half-fairy moved closer. Once their hands met each other, the ladies enjoyed the warmth that came with their contact and after a thick breath, Clarissa said, “Thank you for saving me from making a grave mistake.” “You are okay, Clarissa.” Clarissa did not hide the tenderness in her eyes. “I thought dying would be as simple as it sounds, but when my feet landed on the window, I knew what I wanted. I did not want to die.” “Are you about to cry again?” Zara asked, her hands finding Clarissa’s cheeks. “If you do, I will cry as well.”