Clarissa Novels & Stories

Raffaele bends down to kneel near Daisy and whispers in her ear "she isn't dead" Daisy looks at Raffaele, confused, and then looks back at Penny who was covered in blood. "She is just unconscious. The blood is from the old lady she was with. I sent two men to get the girl and they had to shoot the old lady to get this little girl" says Raffaele but all Daisy heard was Penny was alive. She didn't even want to know who the old lady is or if she was alive but it was clear Raffaele was referring to penny's grandmother, Christine.

Crystal was getting dressed. "Psst!" Crystal was startled and turned round. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw it the Duchess. "You've got to stop doing that." Crystal said airily as she styled her long hair to a bun. "I've got to stop doing what?" Rebecca chuckled, "Entering your room unannounced?" "Yes. And scaring me like that." Crystal added. "Well, I should apologize. Don't I?" Rebecca said playfully. "Yes, you should." Crystal answered airily.

​ A chill washes over me, “please don’t-“ ​ Sharp nails wrap in my blonde hair and yank me forward till my neck snaps. I face startling, icy blue eyes and a scrunched nose. ​ “Do you speak?” The girl breathes in my face. ​ Afraid, I nod. ​ Her lips crook into a snakey smile, “Good. I’m Clarissa, and I couldn’t give less of a fuck who you are.” ​ People in the crowd laugh. Sweat beads over my lip, and I dart my eyes around, hoping for someone to help me. ​ Of course, no one does. ​ Clarissa takes a long whiff and gags, "Cinnamon and Strawberries? Really?”

a full-bodied woman named Melony asked. “They need nappies in there,” Clarissa said, rolling her eyes, ‘can’t believe Prince Deacon had s*x with that and enjoyed it,’ Clarissa thought to herself, looking at Melony dressed in a Victorian-era dress with corset and all. Clarissa decided to find out for herself what was going on but every time she opened a door to a room expecting a familiar face but finds a stranger or two, or three she got more worried, “where is everyone?” She asked, talking to herself.

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

He asked, jotting some things down. "Clarissa is Mr Vicente's daughter." "Since you were out, did you notice anything strange. As a matter of fact, I want you to tell me what had happened at the poolside." "Is that really necessary ?" Vaxel asked. "Yes it is Mr Vaxel "

’ Another wave of dizziness washed over her and she staggered backwards. ‘Stop whining about Sydney because she’s never coming back. Never! Maybe you’ll get to meet her soon enough.’ Claire yelled as she charged at Clarissa like a mad vixen, knocking a clearly perplexed Clarissa off her feet with one push. ‘She’s the only one you ever cared about! It’s Sydney this, Sydney that.’ Clarissa unable to break her fall, crashed into the table in the middle of the living room and the glass shattered into a million pieces. Pain, unadulterated, sliced through her body. A quiet whimper escaped her lips. Her

with that she climbed upstairs After few seconds footsteps were heard from the staircase, looking up ,I saw Gomez's wife now looking pail and fragile due to stress and maltreatment. Behind her I saw a totally different person, her courageous Aura stood out , she was breath taking and nothing close to any of her pictures I saw , her curves were ... No Ace, you shouldn't admire her like that ,oh Lord save me , was all i could pray.

His eyes were fixated on her now red face and he couldn't help but smile at her reactions. "How can a woman as innocent as you make such a lustful expression. You're driving me fuc-" He whispered to her ear and she immediately interrupted him by putting her hands over his lips. She remembered the purpose she set for herself and what this facade she wore so well served as. She pushed herself from his grasp and took a few steps back. She looked down and asked, "Is there anything else you would like, sir? "... End of chapter 1