Clarisse Agbegnenou Novels & Stories

Violent whispers echoed faintly somewhere in the distance. Hundreds of voices. Crying. Begging. Screaming. Elena’s face paled instantly. “The necklace remembers everything,” the woman whispered softly. “Blood. Betrayal. Death.” The silver chain around Elena’s neck suddenly pulsed hot against her skin. She gasped sharply. “Why can’t I take it off?” The woman looked at her sadly. “Because it no longer belongs to the dead.” The whispers grew louder. The floating ruins above them suddenly cracked violently.

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".

Clarisse meekly thanked him. "By the way, introductions are in order. I'm Michele Montserrat, and I'm the one you saved while I was suffering from the side effects if hypoglycemia." Michele finally introduces himself, as he extends his right hand towards Clarisse for a handshake. At the same time, Clarisse smiled in return. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Montserrat. I'm glad and relieved that you're doing okay now." Clarissa politely introduces herself as well.

Clarisse continued, her voice hardening, "but let this be the first and last time you ever try this. You are not a power player, Yvonne. You are Devon Cage’s wife. That is your only title. I am Clarisse Thompson. And I assure you, my reputation is far more solid than the shaky arrangement you have at the Cage mansion." She didn't stop there. She needed to make sure Yvonne was terrified. "For the sake of our daughters," Clarisse added, the name of the children being the only thing giving her words a thin veil of concern, "don't ever try to intimidate me again. I know what you are capable of, and I know what you fear." Clarisse stood up. Her movement was graceful, confident, and final. She adj

, Abby said, " And you?", Gael asked Alicia, " I'm okay, I should at least do this for her", she said taking Clarisse's hand into hers, " you just need to blur out my face", " Definitely", he assured, " Thank you", Clarisse said heartedly looking at both Ally and Abby with teary eyes. " No need to thank us yet; let's kick some ass first."

Now. Clarisse rolled her eyes in annoyance. “He’s panicking again,” she muttered coldly. Clarisse: Meet me at the Walnut cafe, at the intersection on the right corner. Clarisse left the dining table and headed for her room. Her mind was racing with assumptions, but she guessed that Adrian wanted an explanation about the scandal that was circulating. Glasses, a black mask, and a hat completed Clarisse’s appearance as a fugitive. She stepped on the gas pedal of her car to quickly get to her meeting place with Adrian.

She could not make out much but could see that her attackers were wearing cloaks, which covered their faces. At that point, Isabelle managed to let out a scream. She still thought of it as a loud thing, enough to summon someone to help her. But, in reality, it had been nothing more than a dull croak that even her attackers would have had trouble hearing if they had not been close enough to feel her terrified fast breathing on their covered faces.

millions of questions runs through Claras mind then she remember the brown envelope Rock gives her, she quickly rip the big brown envelope open Different pictures of Anny that she takes in Italy with her family and Ricky her friend immediately drops, looking at the pictures, Clara is surprise is this not Hadiza? she said to herself but who are these people? Clara said again and looks at all the pictures; pictures of Anny from when she is in high to college were all there and that of her family what does these means? Clara still could not give it, so she look at Annys information profile that is inside the envelope then she sees that the person in the pictures is called Anny Browns and not Ha

he repeated. Brett watched warily as the young woman across from him poured tea into his cup, her movements graceful and deliberate. She took a small sip from her own cup before meeting his gaze with a gentle smile. “I am Clarisse,” she said softly, “though you might not recognize the name, I think you’re more familiar with my title… The alpha’s daughter.”