Clarisse Pjo Novels & Stories

Her eyes went past to the picture and saw Jasmine smiling at her, waiting for her answer. 'I need to calm down' Clarisse thought. She grabbed the wine glass and took a sip as she slowly look at the picture again. She wants to frown and tear the picture apart but she controlled it and look at it boredly. "Ah, that girl... Yes, of course, I've seen her before and.. yeah, I know her. Why did you ask?" She said boredly. Jasmine smiled. She can clearly see through Clarisse's attempt to disguise her hatred for Madison. Hate and jealousy is visible to her eyes that made Jasmine wonder.

Looking for Clara Chapter 31 Clara was so happy and joyful with the fact that her friend accepted her in Once again. She really can't imagine where she would have been by now if not for Jane who stood by her. Jane was more like a sister to her and she was happy that they were finally on both terms. With her help, she knew that madam Kim would finally accept her into the Sex workers once again. She does hope she's going to be forgiven and would be given a second chance.

Janice looked up, following behind with Jace and then I checked what's above us. Please, don't be a crawling ghost. Please, don't be a crawling ghost and especially not dressed weirdly. I don't wanna lose my appetite. When I looked up, it was just a fan. Clara clicked her tongue, "Turn off the fan and the lights, please." She sugar-coated her tone for Jace who was taking... selfies now? Yeah, no. I don't even think I'll ever be interested in him. Xavier is a lot better than him but then I don't know how Xavier's like.

Clarisse’s face tensed, her pupils narrowing like a predator that had just received hunting instructions. “So Lysander wants me to bring Adrian down from within...” She stood up slowly, a dangerous smile creeping across her face. “All right. Let’s start this little war.” The snow fell harder, as if the outside world was holding its breath, waiting to see who would bite deeper first. And the war between the two demons... had just entered its darkest phase.

"Really? That is the pathetic game you want to play with me? Denial?" "It is not a game, and I am not in denial about anything." I bent gracefully to collect the broken champagne flute, using the movement to steady my racing heart and buy precious seconds to think. "My name is Evangeline Northcrest, and I have absolutely no idea who this Seraphine person is supposed to be. Perhaps you have mistaken me for someone from your past?" "Evangeline." He tasted the name slowly, like poison coating his tongue. "How incredibly creative of you. Very sophisticated. Tell me, Lady Evangeline, do you often crash parties under false pretenses and fake identities? Is this a hobby of yours?"

" No one knew what Clifford had just seen, but the way they looked at Clarissa instantly changed. In the corner, a few women whispered among themselves. "I bet the host must've found some solid evidence—even Mr. Johansen couldn't argue anymore. Looks like the whole thing was Clarissa's little self-directed show, motivated by pure jealousy." "Seriously. That's crossing the line. The fact that she was the one who got pushed into the water and remained alive is sheer luck in itself." Across from Clifford, Seraphine stood quietly, not knowing what he had just watched. This wasn't the outcome she wanted, but given her current position, she knew this was the best she could hope for.

says Jaques and continues to asks "when do you want to leave?" Maurizio takes a deep breath and with a sad face says "I want to go before Penny's prayer that mom holds every year but I have to attend it. So, maybe after that" "every year it's extremely sad and ultimately awkward to attend the prayer" says Jaques. "I wish it was not" says Maurizio thinking of how Daisy panics seeing Falvio. And all the lengths Falvio goes through to be part of the gathering. ................... Falvio stood in front of the mirror and looks into his eyes. He had the most beautiful green eyes a human can have. To add to those eyes, his intense glare and captivating flirt he was blessed, just made him irresistib

"Tell them the Queen of the Peacock Clan, their Queen, requires the presence of their daughter… Clarisse." Clarisse Sairus — a name almost never spoken in court. Born to a minor branch of a virtually unknown offshoot of the Peacock nobility, her feathers were an anomaly: pure white, the color of new frost, without a hint of green or gold. Her eyes were pale pink, almost like pink sapphires, an albino... an occurrence in the kingdom so rare that whispers of her family meddling with lost sorcery or that she'd been cursed by the gods. In a court obsessed with brilliance, Clarisse was called plain at best, ugly at worst.

Power never disappeared, it had only changed hands, and I had every intention of reclaiming it. The chaos that surrounded Clarissa was a dish I had carefully been preparing for months. The letters, the crest, the whispers about betrayal and about her instability were all elegantly and strategically timed and placed. What Clarissa saw each time as sudden and unprecedented hits were carefully planned plots by me, and as the tension grew thicker within the company and indeed within the Montclair household, I realized that my patience was beginning to pay off.

[ Not in public ] And certainly not with Clara. Clara froze and her eyes widened. Then something impossibly soft appeared on her face. Something vulnerable and warm. Something that almost nobody had ever seen before. For a brief moment, the destruction disappeared. The screaming disappeared. The chaos disappeared. And Clara looked unexpectedly shy. Then she leaned ever so slightly into his hand. "Don't stop." Jade immediately malfunctioned. "What?" "Continue." Her smile grew. "That was nice." The children completely lost control.