Clarissa Lawson Novels & Stories

“Um…” While turning to face Kiara, Clarissa ignored her and carried on with her cooking. She was used to serving and preparing food for them; even though she was the first daughter, she was treated like a slave. “It looks like I am not needed here,” she assumed, hesitating a little before fleeing the kitchen. Heading to the sitting room, she saw Kate, her younger sister who was fifteen years old, with her boyfriend as they seemed to be making out in the sitting room on the furniture. 'Okay, wrong timing' she stopped as she closed her eyes while turning back to walk away, but then…

Liam was always one step ahead, a shadow lurking around every corner. I rounded the corner, my heart racing with a mixture of fear and defiance. I spotted one of my she-wolf minions—Clarissa. Relief washed over me; maybe I wasn’t completely alone after all. Clarissa wasn’t the brightest bulb in the pack, but she was someone that was always loyal to me. She did whatever I told her to do. In fact, she was one of the minions of mine that helped me beat the shit out of Ella at that day at the cafeteria.

Clarissa’s ID photo was there, and she was a woman in her mid-thirties, brown eyes with her neat hair tied back. Maxine kept typing. “Digging deeper…” She pulled up Clarissa’s home address, phone number, emergency contacts, even her paycheck history. “She lives alone in a small apartment on Clover Street,” Maxine said. “She has no kids, no husband, and her salary… mhm… they pay her next to nothing.” Everyone in the room nodded. “Perfect,” Leo said. “She might be willing to listen.” Maxine smiled proudly. “She needs the money. And she has full access.”

What could Clarissa have possibly found out that caused her death? Evelyn excused herself leaving her half-eaten toast behind. She washed up and got dressed in no time and hurried out of the house. The employees which she'd hired were beginning work in two days, so for now she had to do most of the work by herself. Evelyn wanted to get most of the work finished by the time the others arrived. She made some phone calls to her suppliers— a new fabric store she'd discovered online— and made sketches for her new designs. She couldn't help being proud of her professionalism even though she had problems cramping her brain, she could still come up with some really cool designs.

Claire? ‘Huh?’ ‘He isn’t wanted, right? Or an escapee from prison Or abandoned his wife with kids, right? People change, I know. But sometimes, it’s best to think logically in situations like this.’ Clarissa insinuated. ‘It’s none of these things. My God, Rissa. You have a wide imagination!’ Claire exclaimed. ‘I’m just saying. Is he a realtor?’ Clarissa asked. ‘Oh my God Clarissa! He’s a realtor. How did you know that?’ Claire asked, looking a bit surprised.

Clarissa interrupted mercilessly. “You could not even hide your own plagiarism properly, yet you still dare accuse me?” My face burned with humiliation. “You clearly wanted Gina ruined too!” I argued back. I had no idea what happened with Roland, but I was sure this rich heiress wanted to appear like a saint in front of him. “So what?” Clarissa said arrogantly. “Do not compare me to someone like you. At least I do not steal other people’s work.” Her words pierced directly into my chest.

Selena was left looking out the window. Claire could no longer wait for her lawyer to arrive. Her older brother will finally be recover. And someone will also prove that she did not kill their mother and stab her. With a little patience, she will have a fresh start. “Garcia! You have a call! ” The newly assigned policeman shouted again at their precinct. She almost tripped as she reached the telephone. “Hello? Who's this?" “Claire! This is Tessa… don’t be surprised by what I will tell you huh? ” “Tessa… tell me. You make me nervous ”

I stood up from the cold tiles with renewed strength. I was no longer the girl who obeyed his every command even though i was hurting, the girl who was scared to lose him, the girl who waited for him to choose her. I was Clarissa hart, daughter of one of the wealthiest men in the city, a woman who had willingly given her life to the wrong man. Not again. Today I would take the first step. I would see my parents again. The parents I haven’t seen for years, the parents I didn’t get to hug one last time before my death, Blake made sure of 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.

Xavier placed his hand on mine and squeezed gently, silently telling me to pipe it down. “What was the need to lie about your mum?” Miller asked Clarissa. She looked around nervously. “Did you really work for the Shirleys?” She continued to look around, almost on the verge of crying. “Can you please tell the court which part of the house is the laundry room located in?”