Novel & Cerita Clay Fnaf

That ambassador was tremendously strong. When they stared at him, he felt the sudden urge to kneel as well. That was just how powerful they were. Yet now, he felt the same when Alex looked at him. ‘But… How is that possible? ‘I must be hallucinating!’ “Die!” Clay attacked, using his Imminent Immortal powers to swing his fists at Alex’s head. Dawn knew exactly how powerful Clay was. She was worried that Alex might get hurt and tried to warn him not to take the punch if he couldn’t.

"Our plan is working perfectly." I purred, feeling a sense of excitement. "Excellent," I said, my voice husky. "I have a special task for you, Alex. I want you to come to the Golden Claw pack tomorrow. It's the perfect time to introduce you to Cane." Alex's eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked, "What's the plan, Leah?" I leaned in close, my voice barely above a whisper. "I want you to bring a love potion with you," I said, my eyes sparkling with mischief.

Clay laughs as he sits up the cans for another round of target practice, “You couldn’t find your own asshole if it wasn’t attached to your body, Slay.” He dodges the rock Wolfe throws at him. My burly cousin laughs like an asthmatic hyena and lobs more rocks in Clay’s direction. I don’t usually agree with Wolfe on much but throwing rocks at Clay’s smug face seems like a good idea to me. I have yet to fully exact my revenge on the pair of them for invading my privacy. I changed my password on the way here and plotted. Clay worships his dirty blonde curls, so I’ll hit him where it hurts the most, and give him a middle of the night buzz right down the center in the near future. I could serve

He pauses from pacing, looking at us. “Did I miss anything out?” He stands with his hands on his hips looking bewildered. “Well there is the fact my mate can channel the moon's energy to become stronger and faster” Clay tells him looking proudly at me. Trent’s jaw drops, he throws his hands up in the air. “Well, damn Clay you could have started with that. Nice one Luna with super powers” “Right, cool as fuck” Clay says back giving him a high five. These men are deranged, I drag my hand down my face as the door opens and in comes Fran with the baby.

“So where do we even start?” “We need to talk to Clay,” Tjeck says, glancing back toward the road. “He was Zombie’s ally during the war. If anyone has a clue about what might have happened to Adis… or why he’s Zombie… it’s him.” A shiver runs down my spine at the mention of Clay. He’s always been an unpredictable element in the underworld, and the thought of seeking him out sends a ripple of apprehension through me. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? Clay has never been the most trustworthy.”

"Clay told me that he wanted to rule the strongest pack in the world to get revenge on his parents for taking away his birthright. After you attacked the first base, we were constantly on the move which meant that I was kept sedated. They would feed me food laced with sedatives. What they didn't realize, is how quickly lycan immune systems adjust to foreign invaders. I realized that the sedatives were not working as well as before, so I planned how to escape. My opportunity came when they moved me to Clay’s tent during the last battle. A couple of his men gave me food. I ate the food and acted like I was asleep. When the men left me alone with Clay, I revealed that I wasn’t actually asleep.

I swallowed hard. He wiped his hands on a rag and walked toward me, the apron shifting against his bare chest with every step. “You must be Layla,” he said. His voice was low and steady. “I’m Kai. You’re right on time.” I managed a nod, still trying to remember how to speak normally. “Yeah. Hi. I’m Layla.” He smiled, just a little, and gestured toward an empty wheel near the window. “Come on. We’ll start slow. Have you ever worked with clay before?”

“It’s a petition. I’m starting a girls' hockey team. Some of us actually want to play Yasmine, even if the principal is a caveman.” “You need to stop this right now,” she hissed, her voice dropping into that tone she always used when she was trying to act like the responsible one. “We are supposed to be laying low! We changed our names, we live in this miserable hole, and you’re out there making a scene on your second day? Did you learn absolutely nothing from the fire?” The word fire hit me, but I forced my face flat. “This is different. It’s just a school club. I need to be on the ice, Yasmine. I'm suffocating here.”

She chuckled, eyeing Clay. “Hello, ma’am.” He smiled. “Clay Nikolaidis, but you can call me beefcake if you want. I’ll still answer.” He winked. She giggled. “I wish you both luck in your future. And I hope that deplorable man gets what’s coming to him.” She snorted before hugging me and returning to her seat. “Hey, Clay. How are you holding up?” A guy I recognized from the birthday party pictures that Clay showed me asked. It’s one of his cousins, and he’s very handsome if you are into blondes with icy blue eyes.

I said. Clay acted as if he were shocked. “Selene!” He repeated. “Your slave widow?” “She is not a slave,” I said. “She is my friend and belongs to the beta clan we defeated months ago.” “Well, I have eyes only for royalty,” Clay said, his voice very cold. “So you agree to make me your Luna,” I said, smiling softly. Clay’s expression shifted from surprise, confusion, something dangerously close to hope, then carefully blank. “Many still see you that way.”