Clarke Lexa Fanfic Novels & Stories

“They’re accusing me of orchestrating my own violation.” “They’re desperate,” Grant replied. “And desperation makes people reckless.” The door opened again before any of us could respond. Lexa walked in. The sight of her felt like a slap. She looked different. Thinner. Edgier. Her eyes glittered with something unhinged and triumphant all at once. She smiled when she saw me. “Well,” she said lightly. “This is awkward.” Dylan stepped forward instantly, placing himself between us. “You have no place here.”

Ryan refused stubbornly, clutching on the table. "And what is the right way? Do you think she is going to surrender easily too? I think you've forgotten that she isn't Lexi, your wife. She isn't the Lexi who was madly in love with you and would endure every shit thrown at her. She's Lexi Alexandra. She will never succumb to cheap threats from you when she has all the power to bring you to your feet," Casper enunciated. He carried the cocktail on the table and took a few gulps.

They'll start a war. "I've sent her body back to her kingdom," He said and continued. "Dexter was so heartbroken. I couldn't see him like that but it wasn't in my hand," He said as Fiona stroked his cheek lovingly. "Clarke left a letter in which she mentioned that she loved me. That was why she was here to kill you," Draco said. Fiona didn't know how to respond to that. She has come around to this on her own. Dexter loves Clarke but she loves Draco.

"Dare." A chorus of loud raucous cheering sounded, echoing in the vast room. "Oh, okay, calm down. Calm down everyone." It was if Clarke has everyone under his hand, the room fell into a quick, hushed silence. "I am surprised you have a dangerous side, Alexis. I would have thought you would have picked truth." Play the game, Alexis. Give them what they want. I feigned a coy smile. "Well, I guess you don't know that much about me, Clarke. Do you?"

Clarke's heart shattered into pieces after hearing it. "History repeats itself Mrs. Clarke, now it's my time. You ignored my tears and abandoned me that day so today I do the same. I free you from my life. From now on, don't you ever come in front of me because for me, you don't even exist anymore" *****

They are both two of the most gorgeous boys I have ever seen in my life. I have to fight the urge to keep my legs from rubbing together, and I'm a virgin, so I don't even know why I even did that, but looking at them makes my body want things that I don't even understand. “That's- that's the Knights. You should stay away from them, Lexi. They are not good people. Zane Blackmore is the worst one. He and his best friend, Alec, own the school. I heard rumors they are dangerous,” she whispers, raising her hand up, grabbing my shirt and pulling me away and forcing my eyes to leave them.

“I’m so happy for you and our daughter.” Levi, on the other hand, looks like his nightmare is coming true before his eyes, but every time he looks at Arya, his eyes go soft. My anger and annoyance reach their peak. Before anyone can say anything, I take Arya’s hand and face her parents. “Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Clarke. I want to announce that Arya and I are already mated.”

She grinned. His gaze bored directly into hers, flames dancing in those obsidian eyes. "Next time, darlin', I might show you a few tricks with that rope. Let you see how you feel when I have those knots placed just so on your nipples and your clit, and in the cleft of that hot ass." Lexie trembled at the images his words conjured up. She wanted it all with him, everything. Could they cram it all in over the next couple of nights? "Damn, I'm going to hate leaving you," he murmured.

Right there and then, I had convinced myself that he was different, he was the one for me and that he was kind. But my delusions were soon cut short when after coming back from the vacation, Mira spotted my letter and immediately showed it to Damien, sprouting lies as she did. I remembered the way he had laughed when Mira read my letter out loud in front of the whole pack. "Clara Hale?" he had sneered, his eyes cold as ice. "The girl who smells like rotten eggs? I'd rather mate with a rogue than a girl who doesn't even have the pride to stand up straight. Stay in the shadows where you belong, Clara."

Luckily it was only Celeste who needed medical attention. ‘Channon.’ White Claw’s voice booms once again into my head. If he carries on like this I might need Keeva to heal me from the constant headache the old wolf is giving me. We have only just got back, not even an hour ago from saving Nikita and her family and already he is on the war path. ‘I’m coming.’ I don’t want to keep him waiting any longer than is absolutely necessary. I kiss Keeva on the cheek and her hands trail up my body and around my neck. Her touch is enough to make me ache for her. Her breath sells of lemon from the last slice of pie she has whisked out of the fridge. The only evidence of her snack is a small crumb in the