Clarissa Novels & Stories

Clarissa's face immediately collapsed in anger. "You're the one who doesn't have legs!" Clarissa cursed loudly. Then, she suddenly remembered her purpose for being here, and she mocked with contempt, "I am the eldest daughter of the Green family. My skin is very delicate, unlike someone who was rejected by the Hough family and could only be a vulgar volunteer!" "Sure, I'll help you." Instead of being angry, Naomi showed a menacing smile. She strode over, grabbed Clarissa's arm, and pinched it precisely on her wound.

I plaster a smile on my face and thank all of them with so much exuberance that I almost believe myself. The last to bring me an envelope is Darius, his beautiful mate by his side. She is at least as tall as he is, with a slender build but clearly muscular. I stare at her in wonder, the red evening gown compliments her beautiful copper skin perfectly, long hair falling in braids down her back, giving her the appearance of a warrior princess. “Luna…Maya, this is my mate, Clarissa.” I smile up at the impressive woman. “It’s nice to meet you, Clarissa.” She gives me a genuine, warm smile in return.

I look back to the Pack House thinking this is an odd way for her to go and maybe a bit further than I would expect a little girl to be allowed to go. As we get through the pathway, we continue walking when I ask her where we are going. She promises me just a little further. As we turn the bend, I’m shocked to see Jessica waiting for us around the bend in a clearing. Taking Amelie’s hand, she tries to pull away when I hold tight. “Jessica, what are you doing out here?” I ask. Smiling, Jessica simply says to Amelie, “You’ve done well, you can go back to the Pack house,” she says.

Voices of different ages once again spoke out of her as if she was a vessel of something beyond they know about. “The Queen has already claimed her throne as hers, only the Prince of the beloved land of the moon has the power to make her heart beat. Only then when both hearts of chaos turned into serving order, can vanquish was is yet to come, what is yet we don’t know about. The moon shall forever shine darker every single night now that the crown is at her might.” Cassiopeia then fell on her knees and the next words that came out of her mouth stunned them all. “Veronica is coming.”

Without waiting for her response Clarissa turned and try to leave but Khloe tugged on her long red and flowery dress. Clarissa look down at her and she immediately have a flashback, she saw someone with purple hair hovering around Lucian, that was the day of the war. Clarissa was pushed back to her consciousness, the force made her jerk backward away from the girl's grip. Khloe who was scared that she had annoyed one of the owners of the house stood up and bowed so many times pleading. "I'm sorry, Ma'am, I'm sorry Ma'am," repeatedly. Clarissa who stared at her like

Chapter 56 Clarissa POV "Are you kidding me, huh? Did you just say there's nothing wrong with him? He is not a human for crying out loud," I can't believe I'm trying to prove my point to Charity even when the truth is obvious. Has writing about those creatures blinded her so that she can't even think straight? How can she tell me nothing is wrong with that?

I could hardly catch my breath from the shock and fear. "CLARISSA! ARE YOU CRAZY?" Euclid was very angry. He held Clarissa's arm tightly, causing her to flinch in pain. “Why are you defending that woman? Did she put a spell on you?!” Clarissa looked at me. “Are you fond of clinging to those with money? What kind of nose do you have that you can smell wealthy people? You befriended Lapesigue's cousin because they are wealthy, Karen whose parents own a resort, you also seduced Rod, and now Euclid and Andrea?”

Around mid-afternoon, Clarissa decided to take a trip into town. The rented cottage proved to feel stifling and claustrophobic after the morning's events, and after Liz's continual nagging for her to seek help from a psychic medium, she finally found the will to leave her laptop and go out into the world, amongst the living.

“They’ve got the police watching them. I’ll get them, I can't lose on this one. I won't go empty!” Back at the house, Clarissa’s phone rang. She glanced at the screen and saw an unknown number. Frowning, she answered it. “Hello?” “Clarissa,” Marcus’s voice was cold and menacing. “Do you remember the lady you almost killed years ago? She’s here. And she wants an apology from you now.” Clarissa’s heart skipped a beat, as fear crept into her voice. “What are you talking about?” “oh! Now you don't know what I'm talking about right? Don’t play dumb,” Marcus snarled. “You know exactly what I’m talking a

she finally said, “I’ve wondered about… us. About you and me, Olivia. Or rather, more specifically, about your mother.” I raised an eyebrow. “My mother?” Clarissa nodded. “I know this may come across as strange, but I feel as though there’s a connection between us,” she explained. “And I don’t know much about my past, you see.” “You don’t?” I asked, involuntarily leaning forward a little. “Why not?” “Well…” Clarissa paused, staring down at her own coffee cup now. “I suffered a severe head injury a while back. I developed amnesia because of it; I can’t remember anything prior to the last decade or so.”