Clark And Lois Fanfiction Novels & Stories

A Billionaire, Frederick falls deeply in love with a broken woman, Kharis, who later becomes his maid. A billionaire and maid are not a perfect match right! And even though they fall in love, it is rare before such a relationship works out. Frederick is already betrothed to a model; Ivy and the wedding is in two weeks. What will happen after Ivy accuses Kharis of sleeping with Frederick’s driver, Lois? Will Frederick be able to fix Kharis after all? Will Ivy consider marrying Frederick with Kharis in the picture? Will Frederick’s parents let them be together? Will Kharis forgive Frederick and marry him?

After the bankruptcy of their company, Carmine Clark had no choice but to do the most risky thing that she could do--to pretend as the wife of the enemy of their family and the notorious mafia boss named Maxwell Crivello.

Anna Pope arrives at Yale believing in the black and white of love. Perfect, sweet and cute. Not reckless. And definitely not backstabbing. She has a boyfriend only three hours away, an already planned future and a rule she has never broken. Being faithful. But then, she is forced to live in the glass-walled penthouse of Andre Clark, her boyfriend’s best friend, heir to a billion-dollar empire and the one man who has always looked at her like he knows something no one else does. And when the lines between them start to fracture, Anna discovers that Andre Clark has battles of his own and that she has just been drawn into them.

When I'm scouring for food in the dumpster, I get recognized and taken home by the richest man in the city, Maverick Clark. As soon as I get home, Camila Clark, the fake heiress who has taken my spot for many years, asks our parents with an aggrieved look, "Mom, Dad, now that the actual heiress is home, does that mean I have to leave now?" Upon noticing the frowns on my parents' faces, I quickly sink down on my knees and begin pleading to them pitifully. "Mom, Dad, if you don't like me, I'll just go back to the alley you found me at." Camila Clark, you stole my identity and the affection meant for me by pretending to be frail and weak in the previous life. That was how I ended up dying o

Keith Aldebrando has everything he needs. Since his grandfather left him the position of leader of the mafia group Aldebrando, he is determined not to let himself fall in love with anyone. Until one day, an arrogant woman appeared in front of him and caught his eyes. Rosemarie Clark, the CEO of the fashion retail company—Clark Co.—appeared at his cafe and proposed to him right away. He hesitates at first until he knows Marie is one of James Hermann's grandchildren—the owner of an export-import company, Hermann Co.  He decided to accept her proposal while hiding his identity as a mafia leader from his wife. Slowly, he falls for Marie and hesitates whether he should go with his original pla

I spend eight years being Ashton Clark's secret girlfriend, bending over backward for him like a maid. It takes the company's cleaning lady to finally make me see the truth. Late that night, while working overtime, I place some stomach medicine and a bowl of warmed seafood chowder on his desk. "Eat while it's warm, Mr. Clark. Don't let your stomach flare up again." His eyes stay glued to the financial reports on his screen. He doesn't even bother to grunt an acknowledgment. I reach out to push the bowl a little closer to his hand. Nearby, the cleaning lady emptying the trash suddenly stops. "Save it, sweetie. Mr. Clark already ate something someone else brought him. The fancy lunchbox

After leaving Clark Stane, I married a billionaire. Just recently, he transferred all his personal assets to me. I tried saying no, but I could not reject his sincerity. He claimed that love was where money went. He wanted to give me the confidence not to rely on anyone for help. Even the asset transfer itself was to happen in Atila City, my hometown. Feeling resigned, I walked into the largest law firm in Atila City. Just as I was about to state the name I had used when I made my reservation, I suddenly heard annoyingly familiar mocking words. “Hey, aren’t you Yvonne? You’re the one who chased after Clark, weren’t you? Unfortunately for you, he’s engaged now.”

On the day my husband, Martin Clark, took wedding photos with his secretary, I didn't cause a massive scene like I used to. Instead, I personally went to help them pick out the best shots. I even had the photos framed and hung them right in the living room for every visiting guest to see. Rumors spread like wildfire among the families of Sicilana that I was the most powerless donna, allowing any mistress or side-chick to climb over my head. I simply smiled and said nothing. Half a month later, Martin explained to me, "The photos were just a birthday wish of hers." I nodded obediently. "Okay." In my past life, the moment I saw those photos, I rushed right in front of Martin and threw

Alicia Clark was once a Luna, respected, protected, and bound by a mate bond she believed would last forever. She never imagined her pack would become her prison… or that the man she loved would be the one to destroy her. Betrayed by her mate, tortured, and humiliated by the woman who stole her place, Alicia is pushed beyond the breaking point. Her wolf falls silent. Her unborn child is lost. And the world decides she is weak enough to erase. But Alicia carries a secret even she does not fully understand. She is more than a werewolf. She is the last surviving witch bloodline—an existence powerful enough to reignite an ancient war. When the Lycan King, Damon Clark—her feared stepbrother

In order to save his crush, Zach Clark bought a dismembered female torso from the black market. He personally removed the kidney from the torso for his crush’s kidney transplant. To prevent the police from chasing him down, he threw the torso into sulphuric acid to destroy the evidence. But he did not know that the torso belonged to me.