Clarisse Pjo Novels & Stories

Majori's POV: Crash! The sound of shattering glass rang out sharply. The bright sky outside seemed to darken in an instant. Vincent's imposing frame loomed in front of the window, blocking my view entirely. His face, shrouded in shadows, looked terrifying. His eyes blazed with fury. Beneath him, shards of glass scattered across the floor, and water from the shattered cup soaked into his pants. But Vincent paid no mind to these trivial things. He was angry, very angry.

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—”

He knows it, I know it and everyone else knows it too. But here I am, placed under the leadership of Jayce Westwood himself. The one man who hates me more than anyone in this entire world. Great. Just great. ~ The Tribrid Princess and the Taste of Chaos will start serialising in early 2025. Follow me for more information! ~ Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all my beautiful Queens. May 2025 be even better ~ Love, Muse

Rosa pov: I watched as the glass shattered on the floor loving the effect I gave off.Whispers could be heard all around the room. My eyes fixed on the shattered glass on the floor.Reminded of who I was,broken but what kept me going was knowing a broken glass is always the sharpest.It made me move from my darkest days to my brightest but this is just a tip of an iceberg.I smiled raising my head meeting William's pale face. Next to him was Jeremy,I knew well they were friends but not close friends.

Blonde, sculpted, and polished like a glass dagger, she sat at the back of the luxury café, sipping tea like it was blood. Zara slid into the chair opposite her, entirely in black. No makeup. Just heat. “I’m not in the mood for games,” she said. Clarisse smiled. “Oh, sweetheart. This isn’t a game.” Zara leaned forward. “Then say what you came to say.” Clarisse studied her like one examines a puzzle. “You broke Alec’s rhythm. I didn’t think anyone could.” Zara arched a brow. “Did I ask for a review?” Clarisse’s smile sharpened. “I’m not here to compete. I’m here to warn you.”

“This is different. It’s just a school club. I need to be on the ice, Yasmine. I'm suffocating here.” “I don't care if you're suffocating!” she yelled, losing her temper completely, “You are not going to ruin what's left of this family! If people start looking into you, they look into us. I have a chance to actually build a normal life here, and I am not letting you embarrass me again. You are a liability, Trixie. You always have been.” “I’m a liability?” I let out a bitter laugh, grabbing my skates by the laces and slinging them over my shoulder.

Befuddled. “Wait…” Marc looked up after thirty seconds of them being still. “Can you see better?” Klara frowned, how did he know? She nodded, she could see everything from the balcony when before she hadn’t been able to see his wolf’s eyes. The room seemed sharper, cleaner. She hadn’t even realised the small amount of blur until… well now she couldn’t see it she couldn’t believe she hadn’t noticed.

Clarisse puts Zane in the carriage he was pulling, and gets out of the kingdom immediately heading to the woods. … A few minutes later… Zane wakes up, and the first thing he sees is the two girls waiting for him to wake up. Clarisse walks toward Zane and draws her sword pointing it to him, "who are you? Imposter of the hero!" Lucia sees this and immediately runs in front of Clarisse's blade and says, "he is the hero! The Destiny gem isn't busted, I checked it three times now." Clarisse sheaths her sword, and Lucia kneels and says, " you don't need to be scared. I'm Lucia, a battle mage. And this is Clarisse, Knight of Esperia member. And you are?"

Laughing eerily, he advanced towards the petrified girl who was crouched to a corner. “Where is my child you whore?!!??” his voice was raspy and eerie. It filled the entire atmosphere and seemed to echo when he spoke. Clair was too terrified to say anything, as she sensed his cold hands grab on to her legs. His ugly black claws dug in to her flesh making blood trickle on to the floor. “No. Leave me alone!” Clair gasped as she tried her best to remove the claws that held on to her. The claws of the one who had once bought her. The one who she thought was dead. The father of her child.

Adimasta let Clarissa be content to let go of her sadness. ***** Clarissa looked at Adimasta who was sitting in front of her. The slanted boy began to enjoy the food that was served on the table. He poured the soup into his bowl. Suddenly he quickly took off his glasses because the sauce splashed. Clarissa's eyes didn't blink. Adimasta was very handsome without glasses. Clarissa didn't really like guys with glasses. That was one of the minuses of Adimasta for Clarissa. But this time, Adimasta looked so different. Adimasta's hands were busy wiping his glasses. Then he lifted the glasses to put them back on. Clarissa held Adimasta's hand, she took Adimasta's glasses and put the glasses on the