Clarissa Novels & Stories

The frail girl apologized as would a killer in front of the prosecution. "It's okay." She hadn't seen any pictures, and judging by the expression on the young girl's face, she wasn't sure if she should see them. Maria picked up her purchase, setting to walk back to Harry's. Pictures. They rang in her head and as hard as she fought curiosity, it got the best of her. She clicked her phone on, Jackson's name was tagged 'hottest' on the search bar and Natasha's was the second. Fear crawled under her skin like a dangerous insect, it threatened to paralyze. Still, she wiped the cold sweat that tickled with her sleeve and proceeded with the search. She clicked his name on the search bar, then she s

I prayed to the goddess to bless our union and make us strong. I managed to sneak out of bed. I went to the shower and tried to take a bath. Looking at my body in the mirror, I saw red marks all over my body. They were kisses and finger grips. Most have formed due to the pressure of the passion we shared. I giggled, remembering all that had happened. I could not believe it. They were mine. It was official. I was their Luna. Still washing in the shower, I caught the scent of Cinnamon, and I knew Clay had stepped in.

Luca, on the other hand, followed me behind my back. Charlotte seemed to have a rather surprised reaction. “Greetings, Charlotte and… her mother, Ophelia Maine,” I said, slightly bowing towards them. Ophelia was mesmerized to see my appearance. “My, what a fine lad you are. May I inquire what business you have towards us?” She asked, observing me from left to right. I chuckled at her remarks and looked at the blushing Charlotte beside her. It seems like the princess didn’t expect that I’ll be showing my presence to her mom. “Pardon me for interrupting your talk. My name’s Damien Yves Etienne—” “Oh my! I heard of you, and your accomplishments!”

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

"Shut your mouth I'm not done, you think I'm an old slut, what about you? You are good enough to be fucked but you were not good enough to be kept, I guess you are the rebound Angelo tried to use to forget my daughter but the thing is, Victoria just cannot be forgotten" Tears brimmed down Clarissa's cheek and she quickly wiped it off; she wouldn't want to be seen crying before Victoria. The last thing she wanted to show was a sign of weakness, crying was a sign of weakness and defeat and she would never let herself be defeated by the likes of Victoria Carnegie. Though Victoria was more elegant and beautiful, Clarissa was going t

" Hendrix, Alyssa, and Jasper were already boiling in rage. Yet, Clarissa was extremely calm when she said all this. "Oh, Claire… Josh is a bastard!" Hendrix felt like his heart was crushed. Clarissa was a precious family member in the Sparks family. She had to endure such inhumanity after marrying into the Schmidt family. Alyssa grasped Clarissa's hand in hers firmly. "Ms. Sparks, is there any way that you can make a copy of those videos?"

My mothers eyes met mine, as she began to tell her story. “Do you remember the young girl I used to tell you about?” My mothers tone sounded hopeful. I thought back to the stories of the fae my mum told me as a child, remembering the story of an 19 year old girl named Clarissa. Clarissa was the princess of the fae island, Midsummer, and she was next in line for the throne.

I said in a monotone and she did, her cleavage was quite visible to me, the neck V line of the dress was quite low. I averted my eyes from her chest before they started messing with my head, and I looked up at her, she was looking at me or rather behind me, it was like she was trying to avoid my eyes. I picked up her file again and opened the first page "Clarissa Grey, 19 year old, Majoring in business" I nodded my head and closed the file, I intertwined my fingers on my table and looked at her "So what made you pick this company for your internship"? I asked her

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

She says. "The pleasure is mine!" Chris responds. "See you later!" She says to Raphael before heading to the door. Both guys watches her retreat in silence. Immediately she shuts the door, Chris turns to Raphael with a mischievous smile on his face. "Sky, this house is filled with temptations!" Chris remarks. "To you. Because those temptation as you call it are my cousins and sister!" Raphael defends. "In the sense of it!" Chris says. "To you, because Alexandra is the only one who knows we aren't blood-related. They all think am their cousin!" Raphael, says. Meanwhile Chris ringtone intrudes. He watches Chris retrieve his phone, cuts the call and turns to his direction.