Clarity Why Are You My Remedy Mga Nobela at Kwento

Juste also tenderly smiled, but she wasn’t able to see it as her chin was hooked on the back of his shoulder. After an hour or so, Maxill recited to them of the whole stanza of the cure: "Roots of red, drool of flesh, tall as pillar, Stem of brown, crown of thorns, revealed on pyre, Leaves of green, thick of water, at one's behest Petals of white, rise of giants, at peaceful rest Seed of black, depths of earth, one in all." “It’s called the Remedium,” Juste answered Maxill. “It was said to turn a fellhound into an untainted witborn.”

My heart was beating with a slow, powerful rhythm, not the frantic, thumping battle against the corrupting metal. I sat up abruptly. Too quickly. The speed should have brought immediate, blinding agony. Instead, I felt a dizzying clarity. What is this? This is a lie. This cannot be real. The pain is my constant. It is my armor. Without it, I am soft. I am weak.

CLARA'S POV "I need to stop..." I whispered in my head. "Don't! Just keep it up. We're doing great." Clover responded. "But it is a bit too early for this." I said to her in response. "Never too early. This is our awakening. I beg of you, Clara. Do not ruin this." She responded to me.

--- --- And clarity— --- Clarity doesn’t always feel exciting. --- --- But it feels right. --- --- And this? --- --- This finally did. --- ---

Clear fluid stained the fabric. The bedroom door stood wide open. Caino knelt on the carpet. Amelia's legs rested on his shoulders. Caino bent his head, gently pleasuring her with his mouth while his fingers moved rapidly inside her. She arched her back, moaning continuously. "Ah... Caino, right there..." Amelia shuddered through her climax, her release spilling over him. He kissed her stomach tenderly, then pressed himself against her entrance, grinding slowly. A pang of sadness hit me. In all the time I spent with Caino, he never wanted to do this for me.

“Relax.” Suzan frowned. “Relax?” “Yes,” Clara replied calmly. “That’s just the medication starting to work.” Suzan blinked. “Medication?” “Yes,” Clara said without hesitation. “Didn’t I explain this properly to you?” Suzan’s brows pulled together. “You said it was to help him,” she said slowly. “To make him better.” “And that’s exactly what it’s doing,” Clara replied smoothly. “Damien has issues, Suzan. Mental stress. Anger. Unstable moods. These things don’t disappear overnight.”

“You think you can fool everyone? You’ve already made a mess of things. Now you’re just a problem waiting to be solved.” I tried to hold back my tears, but they came anyway, streaming down my face in relentless waves. I couldn’t help but feel utterly alone. Clara’s words were like poison, seeping into every corner of my mind, filling me with despair. "Clara you have to help me. Put away the hate you have for me in your heart and help me clear my name. I am innocent please" I was desperate at this moment. Clara seized my look with a hot and exasperated glare, "And why should I? Give me one reason why you should be allowed to stay in this house?"

Your stubbornness will be the death of me. - Clary's POV - I wonder why he looked irritated when he saw me. I was just trying to help. Was I too out of line? Was my aim not good enough? I can only come up with questions but will never find answers in his actions. Why would he get irritated? I should be the one irritated because he’s giving me hope!

"Nat... did you and Winston get into a fight?" I stood inside the emergency stairwell, leaning my back heavily against the concrete wall, my throat aching so intensely it physically hurt to breathe. "Mom, I quit." Clara fell silent for a long time before she finally answered. "Then come back home. Your father and I can take care of you." I covered my eyes with my hand, and the tears finally broke through. At that exact same moment, a text message from Winston flashed across my screen. 【Take two days to cool your head. Once this all blows over, I'll take you to the beach.】 I blocked his number permanently.

Just because Clarissa seemed to be excluded from her father's life? "God alone is merciful. He can forgive, then give everyone a chance to fix themselves. Why can't we? If we free our hearts from all anger, we are fixing ourselves, for our good." "You look like a Pastor, you know." Clarissa glanced at Adimasta while reaching for her glass.