Novel & Cerita Clarissa

“You remember you movie, the DOUBLE? I had to look for houses like this for the woman that played the Psychic, I found this house but the director said it was too creepy for the setting. Later I discovered that the woman who owns it is actually really a psychic. Too bad, it would have been perfect.” Ichabod’s mind was not at rest, especially when he could sense the movement of the powerful woman inside as she got closer to the door. The door opened but instead of the old toothless ugly witches of his time, he was surprised to see a woman who wasn’t old at all and the worst part, she was smiling at the two ladies. “Hello, Tonia,” Vivian shouted and the two hugged. Ichabod watched as Vivian in

Not a word left her mouth. Circling around the table I continued, "You see boys, Clarissa wants us dead. She wasn't trying to flee or escape. She was found in a hotel ten minutes from her house for goodness sake and she hadn't heard from Jonathan for days. She had all that time to run but she didn't and how the fuck does some housewife have ties to mercenaries. Fucking hitmen." "Shit...."

Amelia suddenly remembered how Helga prevented her from opening the television. "Wait, I'll send you the video. Oh my god, Lia. What is going on there?" Tara said as she quickly sends the video to her friend. Amelia clicked the link that Tara had sent her. She watches it for a few seconds before seeing her own face with Damian, the day that they exited the hospital when she went for a check-up. 'The Damian Castillo, caught in a scandal with a 17-years old girl' Amelia read the headlines. Her eyes were wide open as she watches the news about how Damian Castillo laid his hands on a minor.

Third POV “Forgive me for my interpretation cousin, but what does Clarissa represent here in the mafia, her presence is a treat and from My research she is Russian, and her presence here does not sit well with the Russians” Vincent said and as everyone present gasped looked at him like he was insane.

It seems like her smile was like a soothing relief in my heart. I picked up my pen as I began to mark names and things that looked useful, Every connection I drew only revealed two more I hadn’t seen before. Blackwell’s mess was deeper than anyone wanted to admit, and someone inside that company had gone to great lengths to bury the truth. Clarissa’s name sat in the center of it all not because she was guilty, but because someone wanted the world to think she was and it was obvious who the person was. I rubbed my eyes, already feeling the exhaustion behind them. Another night without sleep. Another night of trying to stitch together a story someone else had in

“My dear… Benita McCracken is a guest in this family. A temporary arrangement.” Trina leaned forward. “Then why does Damien look at her like that?” Clarissa’s smile faded slightly. “Yes… that part is unfortunate.” Trina’s voice dropped lower. “I won’t lose him.” “You won’t,” Clarissa replied calmly. “But you must be smarter than her.” Trina’s eyes sharpened. “What do you suggest?” Clarissa set her cup down. “Benita is proud. Independent. Reckless when provoked.” Trina waited. “All we need,” Clarissa continued smoothly, “is for her to make one mistake.”

So far, no one came forward to hold us accountable. “You got lucky, you bastard,” I shouted over my shoulder as I poured myself another glass of whiskey. “So, until I get Cello Clare here, tell me how we’re doing on the other deal? Clarissa what?” “Clarissa Ward. Unfortunately, I don’t have a picture of her, but you can look her up on the internet to see what she looks like.” I didn’t wait for another invitation and opened my laptop. The moment I associated her name with a face, I was simply speechless. She looked so familiar. Those eyes. No, it wasn’t possible. This woman is a high-class journalist, and that was an art enchantm

A strange child crawled slowly down my spine. “There’s someone inside the palace who knew the truth,” Clarissa continued, her eyes locked onto mine. “Who had seen everything.” I was rapidly losing patience with her cryptic answers. “Enough with the riddles,” I said through my teeth, trying to keep my temper under control, but it was hard when my mate had locked herself in the bathroom to get away from me. “Tell me what you know.” Clarissa remained completely calm, bearing my irritation. “I don’t have all of the answers that you need,” she says. “If you want the full truth… You must seek out Rochelle Angelo.”

"Don't you ever dare set foot on this bed again!" Clarissa froze on the bed, her chest heaving heavily in her disheveled lingerie. A colossal wave of humiliation struck her pride as an international supermodel. She had just been rejected and pushed away roughly right before the climax, simply because this man realized she wasn't someone named 'Ezra'.

she said politely. Clarissa finally found the stairs, but she didn’t care about them. Something was pulling her to the door, and she wasn’t able to resist the impulse. It was stronger than her. “No, I’m the Luna, so I believe that the Alpha wouldn’t mind,” she said firmly. “But…” Clarissa didn’t wait for Marcy to respond. She pulled the door open and made her way into the library. It was pitch-black. She sighed as she moved her hand in frustration through the wall. Ugh!