Clarisse Agbegnenou Novels & Stories

Saben: "Yeah. Beautiful. Confident. Untouchable. The complete package. You make even a CEO nervous." She smiled softly. "Good. You should be." They dined by the big window overlooking the sea when dinner was served. The horizon dissolved into orange and purple as the sun blended into it. Clarisse: "It feels odd returning home after all that has transpired. The meetings, Amelia, Paris… It's as if I now know who I am." Saben's eyes softened. "Who's that?" Clarisse smiled softly. "Someone who doesn't need to prove herself worthy not to anyone. Not even to you."

Claire herself tried to accept the fact that she was no longer a virgin but kept the events of that night tightly hidden. She continued to behave as usual towards Ludwig, the fiancé she loved so much, but was often overwhelmed by feelings of guilt. Christine Michel, her grandmother, also gave Claire a new chance to join the Michel Group after seeing that Claire was no longer acting out of line. It was the day of Claire's inauguration as a manager in the big company. All the bigwigs of the company immediately stood up and only sat down after Christine invited them to sit down. “Good morning, according to the information that has been given to all of you. This morning I would like to inform yo

she was not too sure anymore. "Oh, Klara, what should I do?" Klarisse asked to herself, sighing deeply. Then, Klarisse nodded to herself. She needed to get some air. "Allie, I’m going out to get some stuff," Klarisse said. giving the anxious woman in the corner part of the cafe a final glnce. She was really puzzled by the woman's anxiousness, which contrasted with the handsome arrogant man's behavior earlier. Klarisse sighed to herself and a little irritated with herself for recalling the rude man in black earlier. She gave her cafe a last stare and was convinced that everything was good and in the skilled hands of her friend Allie.

Streams of tears ran down Centra’s serious face, but her eyes remained closed. Clarissa followed his eyes. She got up on her knees and gently kissed the woman on the forehead. A small explosion of colors ignited with the slight sound of the kiss’s smack. Clarissa did not seem to notice the magic. She focused on the nun. Centra blinked her eyes open and stared into Clarissa’s eyes. “Thank you,” Centra whispered. “Thank you for showing me.” Clarissa The unexpected attack of Clarissa’s forgotten memory was disorienting at first. So much was revealed at the same time. She still did not remember most of what she saw.

Maybe she expected me to come crying, I was just confused at this point. “Can I see her profile?” I murmured out “Sure” Shaun responded and immediately swiped on his phone. “Dr Clara, a highly respected surgeon who has never had a failed surgery. A woman of zeal with a flawless record. Beyond the operating room, Clara is a business woman with a lot of landed property to her name. Despite her success, Clara's heart and compassion towards children remained strong. She owns and run an orphanage home where she provide shelter, love and education to abandoned children”

Chapter Sixteen When at the door, she didn’t even look at the door, Alexis collided into another person coming in, she loss her balance and fall backward. Alexis got angry at everybody, and now that she so wanted to die, shedidn’t even find out about the identity of the person she collided to, she just stood up on her feet, she locked up the person cloth, shebegan to deal different blow on the person head and face.

Elena stood barefoot in shallow water that reflected the red moon hanging overhead. “What is this…?” Her voice echoed strangely. Like the realm itself repeated her words back slowly. Elena turned in circles, panic rising steadily inside her chest. No Francesco estate. No servants quarters. No Roberto. Only endless black water. Then— A soft sound behind her. Drip. Drip. Elena froze. Someone stood several feet away. The woman from that night. Ghostly pale skin. Long black hair. The bloodied knife still buried deep inside her stomach. But this time…

I never imagined anyone could be so meticulous about ruining me. “Who?” I asked, my teeth clenched. “Clarisse.” The name hit the room like a glass shattering on the floor. “You know her, right? She’s also a model. According to the records, you two have already worked on a few projects together.” My brows knitted together. “What?” “Clarisse Montessori.” For a moment, I just stared at him. Then the realization hit me like a punch to the chest. “How…?” I managed to say, still trying to process it. “Why would she—”

They wanted to destroy him? They’d have to go through me first. The trial was chaos. Lucien’s name was dragged through the mud. They paraded photos, voice clips, decontextualized records from the Prague facility. None of it was real. All of it looked damning. Until Clara walked in. She wore black. She looked like a ghost. But her voice— Was steel. “I am Clara,” she said clearly. “I am the result of Project Seraphim. I was born in a lab. I was used. Hurt. Branded.”

Anything to take the emphasis away from my sheer embarrassment. "I'm Genie". I can't even look him in the eye, let alone believe that he's sitting next to me and talking to me. "Nice name - what's it short for?". "It's Genevieve". I mumble. "Wow, not a name you hear often. I like it! So now we're acquainted can I buy you a drink?". He asks. Reluctantly I agree " Ok, a Guinness would be good. But just to clarify, It's not normally something I would do".