Novelas y relatos de Clarisse Pjo

Clarisse sighed and wore a sad expression, " I lost my family at the age of 12, my father's brother took responsibility for me after their death, they gave me shelter and food in return for being a maid in the house " " A maid?", " Yes, I have to do their laundry, the dishes, and run their errands. I've been doing that since till Arthur's family proposed a marriage arrangement, but because of their son's reputation of being an ex-convict, Alice, the daughter of Ferdinand's family rejected the proposal ", " Okay?", " But Ferdinand's company needs as many investors as they can get, likewise connection because of the project going on, so without telling the Arthurs who the bride is, they set me

Gone… but not gone. Here. In her. In Claria. She lifts her hand from my chest, and the tether glows brightly as if agreeing. “I am Claria,” she says, steady and soft. “Not a replacement. Not a ghost. But the future they forged.” Claria POV Light fades from my skin long before it fades from the realm. I feel it dimming behind me like a closing door, leaving a soft hum in its wake the last heartbeat of the place where I was born.

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 girl with the glasses explained. I coughed out blood making them turn their attention to me "I think it's getting late!!" "What's the antidote Claire? And where do we find it" The chosen one asked. (PS he's talking about Joan) "Wait a minute!!" Claire answered as she rummaged through a bag and after a while, she brought out a old looking book and looked through it. After a while she finally look up before saying " We need the claw of one of the RAGUS. We need to grind it into a powdery substance and mix it into water for him to drink" she concluded.

I see the girl beneath the wig. Amara’s throat tightened. She wanted to speak, to ask how Clarisse knew, but the words choked her. Instead, she turned a page, her pulse roaring in her ears. Clarisse moved then, not toward the door, but toward the ladder. She climbed with the grace of someone who’d spent a lifetime reaching for things just out of sight. At the top, she slid a slim, leather-bound journal from the highest shelf—a place Amara had noticed but never dared touch.

Clara said, not backing down from his challenge. “So if I cancel your project,” he smiled sheepishly, “You’ll give me the answer?” Max and Jeremy laughed out loud without meaning to. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, no need to cancel anything. She’s single right now. No boyfriend or dates recently either. Clara loves calla lilies, although she insists flowers are not her thing,” enumerated Max. “Traitors!” Clara said as she coughed into her hand. ‘These idiots keep on digging their graves. Selling me out as if I’m not their sister.’ She stewed while staring daggers at both of her brothers and kicking Max under the table.

BLAIRE The bathroom mirror didn't lie. My neck was a map of dark bruises, and my pussy throbbed with a heavy, relentless ache. I stood under the spray of the shower, the hot water hitting my sensitized skin like a thousand needles. I watched as the milky remnants of Raymond’s thick cum swirled down the drain, mixing with the steam, but I couldn't wash away the intense, complicated realization settling in my gut. I wasn't just Manuel’s widow anymore. I was the center of a storm I had walked into willingly, a woman caught between two brothers who wanted to claim every inch of the life I had left. I must confess ,I like every bit of it

Dante’s POV Clarissa stood near the window, her hands were clenched so tight I wondered if she even realized I had noticed. I always noticed the little things she tried to hide. “He won’t hurt you anymore,” I said finally, breaking the silence before it swallowed her whole. She turned slowly, as if my words had weight and moving too fast might shatter them. “You don’t know that, Dante.” “I do,” I replied, sharper than I intended. I took a step closer, lowering my voice. “Nicho’s reach ends here with me.”

I could only see diagrams of frogs before he closed it so I couldn't read it. I wasn't exactly sure if it was me he was closing it for or if it was Dr. Dawson as I felt his presence beside me. The alpha aura radiating from him. I felt the group hunching away from him. "Dr. Igarashi I'm so glad that I could run into to make the introduction," Dr. Dawson said as Dr. Igarashi chewed his burrito dryly. He didn't look all that excited to meet me or even that I existed. "I am so happy to have you meet the astrochemist, Miss Livia Spitz. Ms. Spitz, this is Dr. Bruno Igarashi. Your work will mainly involve my own data after you are trained. But your task set may also extend to Dr. Igarashi's

They wanted to destroy him? They’d have to go through me first. The trial was chaos. Lucien’s name was dragged through the mud. They paraded photos, voice clips, decontextualized records from the Prague facility. None of it was real. All of it looked damning. Until Clara walked in. She wore black. She looked like a ghost. But her voice— Was steel. “I am Clara,” she said clearly. “I am the result of Project Seraphim. I was born in a lab. I was used. Hurt. Branded.”