Clarisse Cat の小説・ストーリー

The door was solid oak with heavy locks. Beautiful, comfortable, and absolutely inescapable. Perfect. I reached carefully into my elaborately styled hair and extracted a small crystal, no bigger than a pearl. The communication device pulsed with soft blue light as I activated it with a whisper of power. "I am in," I whispered quietly. Static crackled for a moment before a familiar voice responded—rough, commanding, tinged with the kind of darkness that made smart people run. "About time, little wolf. Status report."

And I fucking love it. Then a noise dragged my eyes to one of the suites—a woman moaning, loud and messy, as a male escort drove her into the mattress. She was a regular, always coming here to get wound up and broken open. And watching her… it made Claire slam into my thoughts again. Who would’ve believed Claire could be that wild in bed? Ian is a blind fool—not seeing the fire he had right under his nose. But that’s on him. His stupidity is my goddamn gain.

But her small hands reached for the doorknob, turning it slowly. The hallway was dark, the only light coming from the flickering flames of the candle downstairs. Blood smeared the walls, a crimson trail leading to the shattered front door. And then she saw it. A figure loomed in the shadows, its eyes glowing like embers. Its claws dripped with blood, and its growl rumbled like a predator savoring its kill. Lysandra’s legs gave out, her small frame collapsing to the floor. The creature turned to her, its lips curling back to reveal sharp, glistening fangs.

"Are you being wary?" Jasmine asked as she also wipes the corner of her lips. "No, I'm just curious about what makes a Jasmine Aldred like her to go at my botique and look for me personally." Clarisse replied truthfully. She's not wary or scared at Jasmine because she knew that she didn't do anything to offend the center of the high society. Seeing Clarisse being calm and telling the truth. Jasmine smiled and didn't waste any time. She opened her bag and pull a picture of a lady smiling.

Felicia hugged the Persian cat and saw Claire's radiant appearance, and her face turned an unpleasant shade. Emma arrived earlier than the two and smiled as she saw this scene. Claire was the most haughty and arrogant among them, especially regarding appearance. She firmly believed that everything beautiful and best should belong to her. So when Claire wore the beautiful silk dress made of Cervelt, she felt that it was stolen from her, and instantly, her kind and generous image turned into a world of difference.

She immediately handed over the cat to th lady who kissed it continously. "Shhh mama is here kitty. Mama wants you for herself". Clara inhaled Viper . She was angry to see the human girl touch her lover but even as she wanted to exert anger, her magic if cracked voice made her sound painful.

Clarisse’s gown shimmered softly under the low lights, her posture regal, her smile poised in that maddening way that said she had already won. “Elara,” she greeted smoothly, rising just enough to brush her cheek with a kiss that didn’t touch. “How radiant you look tonight.” Elara forced a small, neutral smile, sliding into the chair opposite. “And you, as always, ready for the cameras, even when there are none.” Clarisse’s laugh was quiet, controlled. “There are always cameras. Never forget that.” Menus were offered and dismissed. Clarisse had already ordered the wine, of course she had. The glasses filled silently, the ruby liquid catching candlelight like blood caught in crystal.

The battle continued in Nicholas’s study as neither refused to give in. Clarissa is one hundred percent sure about the authenticity of the thing in Nicholas’s hand because her mama specially designed it for her. She pounced on the annoying man, brandishing her claws, fighting with him like a kitty cat to get her thing and groaned in frustration when she couldn’t succeed. She hit his chest with a twist of her mouth and chided him for stealing her possession. “What is my bracelet doing here?”

Clarisse said as she walked out of the room. Josh stared after her thoughtfully but then glanced at the closed drawer, not even bothering to check his suspicion. It was not that he believed her, he was just sure that she didn’t know the password to the drawer. Assuring himself of that, he walked into the bathroom to take his bath in a good mood. Clarisse walked into the living room with the thought of giving him a sleeping pill along with his meal so she could flee but she didn’t have one at home, she opened her phone to call a minion of hers to get it for her when she suddenly saw the link to the now trending post.

The cat was already healed by Claire, and his wound already closed but since it was bloodied, Claire showered the cat with the help of Si Rou’s ability which is water. After cleaning it, Claire carried the cat who lost consciousness when she was healing it. And after she entered the supermarket, she immediately handed the cat to Zhi Yin. That’s the reason why Zhi Yin is currently holding the cat who is still unconscious. ‘You are quite lucky to meet me and survived.’ – Zhi Yin thought as he fiddled the front cat paw of the cat.