Novelas y relatos de Clarisse Pjo

She said excitedly as she extends her hands, opened her palms, and show me what she found, a close pink-colored clam I croaked my neck to the side as I pretended to look amazed by what she found. "Oh! wow, hun, this is beautiful, where did you found this?" I ask her as I kneel in front of her and look at the clam she's holding, I look at her and saw the familiar smug smile. "Well, Papa Corro found it and he gave me because he said it's pretty like me!" I then look who was walking behind her and saw Corro smiling with his fiance-- Clarisse who was now smiling when she saw Leira enthusiastically telling me the story. "You two are here, what brings you?" I ask both of them and they smiled as Co

"I think you've come here for nothing today. That Mr. Henry Hoffman's daughter you saved? She's not actually a Hoffman by blood." "What... how can that be, that Layla..." "You think you can waltz in here with a sob story about a switched-at-birth kid who isn't even a true Hoffman and expect us to owe you one?" Clarisse's voice was icy, her gaze piercing. "Let me guess, this isn't your first time at this, is it? Everyone knows you can run up any debt, but a debt of gratitude? That's a life sentence!"

Saben: "Yeah. Beautiful. Confident. Untouchable. The complete package. You make even a CEO nervous." She smiled softly. "Good. You should be." They dined by the big window overlooking the sea when dinner was served. The horizon dissolved into orange and purple as the sun blended into it. Clarisse: "It feels odd returning home after all that has transpired. The meetings, Amelia, Paris… It's as if I now know who I am." Saben's eyes softened. "Who's that?" Clarisse smiled softly. "Someone who doesn't need to prove herself worthy not to anyone. Not even to you."

Chapter 1: Marble The night in the forest east of the demon kingdom was dark and a bit scary. Not everyone dares to go to this place. But today, this deserted forest has the appearance of a girl named Clara. She comes from a royal family of foxes. Everyone in the demon kingdom used to treat her like a princess. But after the war between the fox and wolf clan broke out, everything changed. Her parents died in a tragic battle. Despite being of royal blood, she is still fragile. The whole clan began to abandon her because they saw her as useless.

Clarisse said but in the voice of a man, deep and husky, she smirked, "Well, well, I see you've come into a decision." "Who are you?" I asked with a deadly glare To which, Clarisse replied, "Lovely to meet you, I am the blue flame itself. Your manifestation is the same of the first wielder to ever use me. This ought to be interesting as your sister's manifestation is destruction." I scoffed, "You're manipulating my sister against me to determine who you'll reside? Now that's just low."

Clarisse had no interest in playing games. She came to America with a lot of hate, revenge schemes and a whole lot to make sure the Cage’s pay for all the pain and hurt she had to endure, most especially, to expose Yvonne and she definitely will do that. But all that hate and pain had vanished from her heart. All she wanted to do was spend time with her daughter Hope and find a way to get her back. The last thing she needed was Nana Cage coming to show power and dominance over her like she used to.

Her smile didn’t touch her eyes. “Hello,” she said. “I’m Clarisse. PTA vice president.” I smiled politely. “Nice to meet you.” She tilted her head, looking me up and down like I was a dish she didn’t order. “So... you’re the infamous Maya.” I blinked. “I’m sorry?” “You know,” she said, sipping her orange juice. “The ex. The one who disappeared without saying goodbye. Brave of you to show your face after all these years.”

“Please, tell me the truth. Everything, i need to know about me.” Her hands pause for a second before resuming. She swallows, then meets my eyes in the mirror, hesitation flickering across her face. After a long breath, she speaks. “Well, you are Clary Huston,” she says quietly. “Daughter of one of the most respected werewolf families in Athens. Your parents hold influence, power. They protect humans without anyone ever realizing it, without knowing who or what keeps the balance.” The information feels new to me. “Then why did I poison myself?” I ask, my chest tightening.

“I just want to stand beside you. Build something that doesn’t hurt.” She considered it. “You’re the only one who ever stood beside me when there was nothing to gain.” His breath caught. “So?” “I’m still healing,” she said. He nodded. “I’ll wait.” Claire stepped into the greenhouse, trailing her fingers across the herb planters. Her kingdom. Her clarity. No crown. No hand to hold. Just purpose—and peace. --- Back in the med wing, Jasper folded the prescription. He stared at the ceiling. “I will own it,” he whispered.

Claire “You haven’t told me what I want to hear, Mrs. Claire. Do you want to be punished again?” he asked, his fingers never slowing, circling my clit with cruel, perfect pressure. “Just kiss me,” I pleaded, my voice small and desperate, trembling on the edge of breaking. He scoffed, the sound low and mocking in my ear. “You’re one stubborn woman, Mrs. Claire. I’ll break you piece by piece until there’s nothing left but the truth.”