Clarisse Cat Novels & Stories

Annalise looked at Clarissa, who was crying so hard her face was streaked with tears. Clarissa was actually quite pretty. In this soft, pitiful state, she seemed fragile and sorrowful. She looked exactly like the kind of delicate woman men liked to keep carefully hidden—pretty, compliant, and meant to be protected rather than seen. Annalise sighed because Clarissa was simply too foolish. "Clary, do you still not understand? Clifford has another woman. "You had people follow him. You still have not found out who the woman is?"

Claude called his name with a thread of warning in his voice "Your majesty" "Who is this impertinent creature?" "I am a werewolf like everyone in this room and My name is Clarisse. Clarisse Bancroft. Ursula's daughter" Because the room was still quiet, everyone heard what she said. Even the guards standing at the entrance turned to look at them. Claude studied her. His eyes giving away nothing about how he felt at her bomb. Or maybe it wasn't really a bomb. Was there anything the king didn't know? He was the monarch. His spies were everywhere in the kingdom. It was impossible for him not to have heard about her. To his and everyone's surprise, Claude's face broke out into a smile.