Clarke Griffin Lexa Novels & Stories

she responded sadly. "There will be." Behind her, Raphael suddenly appeared, coffee in hand, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Morning." "Raphael." "How's Greece?" "Amazing." Lexi looked offended. "Stop encouraging her." Raphael ignored her. Naturally. "Has Alex bought anything ridiculous yet?" I considered the question. "Not today." "Yet," Alex corrected. Raphael immediately nodded. "Good point." Lexi looked personally wounded. "I am suffering." "You are sitting in my mansion." I replied

Clarissa grabbed her glass at that moment to stop herself from answering, instead, she murmured incoherent words. “It’s going to be you and I as a couple and our son Levi...” She felt a pang in her chest at the mention of Levi’s name. She wanted to keep Levi as far away from Jaxon as she possibly could. Whenever he mentioned his name, it made her heart race in panic. “Those vultures...” He caught Clarissa’s look. “I mean, the Graysons. They will leave you alone when they see you want absolutely nothing to do with their son...”

~Grayson I lean back into the chair, looking out at the sunrise seeping through the tree leaves. Sitting outside on the deck in the mornings is a ritual of mine I enjoy. Sleeping isn't something I have needed since I became... Lexia is upstairs, completely wiped out from what I did to her only a few hours ago. I tap my fingers against my leg. I'm glad she is finally opening up to me. And giving her pleasure is something I want to do as much as possible.

An ominous laughter tore out of Elena's throat. "You really think that you could just walk in here and spoil my plans just because you're a Saint Claire now? Oh give me a break. Didn't they tell you, darling? I'm The Gracious. The very mastermind of everything. I knew a day like this would come, but I didn't know when. Despite that, I was always prepared." She said and Lexi quickly turned around and shot the shadowy figure at her back. The lights came back on and she looked down to see the person she shot.

I held Creed's hand as we just sat in silence. I didn’t know what to say, and I’m sure he didn’t either. He just rubs my hand with his thumb and I can feel him looking at me. I wouldn’t dare try and make eye contact because I know I’ll start crying again. I don’t want to cry anymore, so I did this. I killed him so what gives me the right to feel bad about it. hearing a knock on the door didn’t surprise me, I figured Alex would come in trying to see if he could help in any way. Creed let’s go of my hand placing it softly on my leg. Standing up he goes into the bedroom to get the door when no one enters. But to my surprise the one person I wasn’t expecting to show up did. Grams, she stood at t

I responded, raising from where I sat. Griffin cut me off guard when he brought out his Alpha rod as he raised it up. “I, Griffin Jackson. The alpha of red moon pack pronounced you as my successor of La Vince Entertainment.” He pronounced with all authority given unto him.

"You’re exhausting." "And you’re stalling," she countered, her smile sharp. "Out with it, sister. What did that waste of oxygen do now?" I met her gaze, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. "I’ve left Graham." Lexy shouted. Not just a gasp. Not just a word. A full-on, "FINALLY!" at a volume that made Clara jump in her seat. Lexy actually lifted out of her chair, her hands flying up in triumph, her face alight with a grin so wide it looked painful.

"I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, Scarlett." His shadow left the room as silently as the still night, his existence remaining unnoticed. It would have been so if it weren't for the fact that Leaxandra remains conscious all this time. With the unknown shadow already out of the place, the Luna's eyes snapped open while her heart couldn't have pounded more vigorously as though surviving from death itself. ******

“I want to do it, Greybear.” “I don’t really care what you want. My answer is no.” “Can you jump off your high horse for one second and think about the bigger picture here?” Jax suddenly spoke up, his voice loud with frustration. “We have no drugs. No doctors. Gracie can help and is willing to. Just let her try so Lexa’s death doesn’t weigh too heavily on your conscience.”

Lexie teased, giggling when she heard Ram gasp. “Naughty little Lexie…” he muttered. “Anyway, I need to ask you something about Dr. Clarke.” Lexie was about to reply, but all she heard was the dial tone. As she’d told Ram, Lexie had the driver drop her off at her own place. When she got out of the car, she saw her cousin Claire walking along the sidewalk. She immediately called out to her. Claire quickly approached, teasing her. “So, riding in a Mustang now?”