Clarissa Novels & Stories

Gina said while frowning. "Well you are right, but I think something happened overnight that called for our attention.” Madam Lydia said and extended her hand. “Here it is for you to read.” Quickly Alexis and Gina scrambled togetherto read thenewspaper content. Butnothing prepared them for what they found out, in that front page was Alexis name andpicture, she was branded as a criminal for her attempted murder of the biggest celebrity in town, Mrs Linda Lake.

Clarissa muttered while saying a silent prayer. In the end, Clarissa decided to pack. She tried her best to protect her baby from external forces, using her hand as a shield on her stomach. However, as soon as she pulled over, Clara hit her car’s accelerator and, without any other thing in mind, drove straight into her car.

I said to him and left It did not take long for me to get back to my home. I hope that I will see her waiting for me. ************************************************** Clarissa's POV. It did not take long for me to get back home. I know that Stephan will be looking for me. I don't know why I couldn't reach him since I left that old man's house. I needed to tell him all that I found out, and I needed him to tell me what he was able to find out. I knew that Miranda was a bi*ch, but I did not know that she was capable of hurting our mother.

Gehrmann, livid, deleted everything related to Clarissa. If she could block him, he could do the same. Let her keep him blocked forever!

Every evening at bars and discos, hooking up with random men and just partying as young adults. Clarissa was the perfect friend who was also a family member. She was always there to cheer me up, to help with something, to talk or just to party. I guess if I had to describe her in three words, I would say: fresh, wild, and friendly. She reminded me of an angel - kind, forgiving, and beautiful. Her blonde hair fell to the middle of her back, she was not tall at all and was very naive which made me feel like I was living with a child. Regardless, she was not a kid. If Clarissa liked a guy, she would make him dance with her, message

, I whispered to him. "Okay", he whispered back. "What do you want from me?" I asked the girl in front of me. What's her name again? Kristine? Kaisha? Kimberly? "Ugh, what is your name?" I yelled out loud in frustration when I got tired of trying to remember her damn name. "My name is Kimberly Brent sweetie and I'm the queen of the school", she said looking so proud of herself. I snorted. "I don't care who or what you are in this school. Just spill the crap you came to say and leave me alone."

“No I wouldn’t. Anyway he’s got a girlfriend. You met her.” “Yes, so I did… Isabelle wasn’t it?” Alice nods and kisses him lightly on the lips before running out of the door. “Don’t wait up.” Christopher smiles and lies down in bed. “Isabelle Simons. She was nice. I don’t know what she saw in that prick.” He flicks the side lamp off and falls back to sleep almost right away. 3. Tuesday 27th April 2010 01:03 Belinda has not bothered trying to look her best, something that she could be accused of quite often, and, since she actually lives nearest to the Progression Software building, she reaches David relatively quickly after his phone call.

Nothing was going to interrupt her bubble bath—not even Stefan. Seeing her run and lock the door, Stefan couldn’t help but smirk. “Thought so,” he said to himself, shaking his head. — At the Holmes residence, Clarissa admired the bunch of women the butler brought for the maid interview. They were just what she had requested—old and ugly. One woman looked slightly less ugly, and Clarissa frowned. “How old are you?” she asked the woman. “I’m 35, ma’am,” the maid replied respectfully. Clarissa twitched her lips. “Are you an illiterate?” she asked, stretching her hand out. A woman beside her immediate

I stepped behind the observation glass, my fingers steepled, my eyes scanning the six faces gathered around Marcus like they were an exhibit inside a behavioral research chamber. A psychological glass box, I thought to myself. Perfect! Clarissa was the first crack forming, even if she fought to hide it. She hovered between roles, between identities, between the fractured pieces that made her; switching between being a daughter, a fighter, and a survivor. I watched her eyes flicker to Marcus, to Bruce, and back to Marcus, then once toward the shadows where she thought I might be lurking. I wasn’t lurking, but she wasn’t wrong.

After about ten minutes he was finally done. “I see. Thanks. Keep me posted on any more developments.” “Yes, Alpha.” He said and ended the call. “So?” Clarke said. I turned to him. “Your cousin is making waves.” I said to him, “And not in a good way.” “Eliza or Clarissa?” He asked, already looking drained. “Clarissa. She’s creating some sort of weaponized Aconite.” He looked alert now, “I’m sorry, what? Weaponized Aconite? Why the fuck- why would she even do such a thing?”