Clarissa Granger Novels & Stories

To the clinic at Pack House. "What?" she screamed again. "How did she get there? I mean, if she was shot, wasn't she supposed to be treated by Alpha Clayton?" "I don't know Clarissa." "What of Clayton?" "He has not shown up." "Quick, William, let's leave." I followed them out, and we boarded the vehicle. "Just to be clear, William, please, who is Clayton?" "He is Clarissa's stepfather." "Oh, so does that mean that the woman who is dying was the person who raised her?"

Grant was less decisive and decided to go up with Aspen. “Sorry I was weird before,” I said once I was confident Alpha and Grant were out of earshot. Had they wanted to be listening, they probably could be. But neither of them was a dick, so I didn’t think that was a problem. “I was weird, too.” He spoke softly. “I was—I met a new shifter today, one renting a cabin. His name’s Clarissa and anyway… I think he’s my mate, but also, how is that possible?”

"I have some exciting news for you, Clarissa!" Bamby was ecstatic to share an update about her ward's flourishing career. “Really, Bamby. Thank God. It seems like blessings continue to pour. I just can’t believe it.” Clarissa was also eager to hear such information. Clarissa was taking a day off. She was in desperate need of a break after so many engagements in the previous several months. Following her debut as a new model with her agency BC Models, she had been attending one event after another.

She turned on her heel and stormed down the corridor, her boots echoing on the planks. Clarissa was at the backroom counter, sorting napkins and shaking her head at a delivery list. When Tessa approached, Clarissa looked up, smiling faintly—until she saw the look in her eyes. "How long?" Tessa demanded. Clarissa blinked. "How long what?" "How long have you been doing this?" Tessa's voice was a strangled whisper. "Fetching girls for him. For that monster." Clarissa straightened. "Tracey, not here."

"Send me, Father." A feminine voice resonated from the back room and emerged a slender beauty, her pale skin was cool and her auburn hair lit up the room. Her plump red lips curled into a sly smile. "Clarissa..." "You know I can get things done, Father." Clarissa, the eldest daughter of King Zenon volunteered herself for the job. She was the most sought after female vampire in the kingdom, but she had no suitor. Rumor said that she rejected her mate and even killed the poor bloke in cold blood. Her mean demeanour and cunning tricks get her almost everything that she wanted, except one.... Reed. Her fascination with Reed started in her youth when Zenon and Allegra were allies, but ever since

BRUCE. I stared blankly at my laptop’s screen as it sat coldly on my desk, watching as the news headlines continued to flash before me. Clarissa Montclair Revealed As The Hidden Heiress Of The Montclair Empire My throat went dry as I read, and my heart began to beat faster than usual. Clarissa Montclair? My hands began to tremble as I placed them on the desk before me, clasping them together. This wasn't how I’d intended things to go. When I’d sent the video to the blogger, I’d left him with specific instructions to make sure for anonymity, insisting on no real names but just something enough to stir up drama for Clarissa. But now, her name and everything she stood for were out in bold lette

When we found Clarissa in her father's home, she changed. Clarissa was still the same woman, but she was so much different from the scared girl I once knew. Clarissa had grown into a powerful creature with new abilities. I didn't realize how unique she was until I looked up and saw her punching a hole through Brantley's chest, ripping out his heart. The look of enjoyment on her face when she killed him will haunt my mind forever, but the love I have for her will never die. There was a spark of unnatural evil in her soul, but the goodness in her seemed always to prevail—Clarissa, a force to be reckoned with.

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

I increased the pace of my finger, were my fingers were coming in and out of her, she was already at the point of release but I wasn’t going to allow her. But I soon stopped, pulling my fingers out of her, Anastasia’s face had a puzzled look at me, her breathing rough and hard too. “I have to pick the call.” I responded to her facial expression, coming out of the pool, I snapped back at her with a warning. “Don’t fucking cum or squirt or touch yourself Ana.” I reminded her and her agonizing face was everything to have my crock more hardened. “Christian Grey.” I spoke. “It’s about the girl you had inquired about, her name is Juliana Gabby’s, she’s a freshman. Apparently she’s a postulant from