Clay Moral Orel Novels & Stories

Lorraine asked, "Fourteen" Clay replied "Hmmm…what do you know, that is even more creepy than my own thing", "I think I prefer to think that they had a thing for you" she said mockingly "I mean who could blame them if they did., if you think I'm hot now, you should've seen me when I was younger" Clay said jokingly and stood up, cleaning the beach sand off his shorts "Come on," he said and grabbed Lorraine's hand and helped her up

BLAKE’S POV There was something wrong. The way she moved. The way she spoke. Even the way she looked! But most importantly, the way she held the clay. Clara was angry, everyone could tell that, but what was surprising was how she held the clay in her hands that she was using to demonstrate how to burnish after molding. The sides of the almost hardened clay were beginning to crack from the pressure her palms exerted on them. All of us were deathly quiet probably to know if we could hear the bowl crack, but mostly so our heads wouldn’t be next in line.

Clayton had balled his fist to punch Ore in the face before Joshua’s warning gaze, “you know, I am in a good mood today since I just married a wonderful woman so I will be merciful.” Clayton stands to leave with the other three men he came with, Cain his assistant already briefing him on what he is to do next. Ore was fuming angry after the men left, he had lost all his ways to get money, Kaleah was not going to give him money and now her rich husband was not paying dowry, he had lost completely.

What the actual fuck! How can someone say so many lies so easily? Clay had once again successfully made the two of us seem like we had been cruel, uncultured and immoral in the span of five minutes. It was a feat in itself that I didn’t know that I should admire, be scared of or simply feel disgusted. “Cain, where are you taking me? We need to go back right now,” I panicked as I finally got a grip back on my tongue. If we let this matter go on today then it would become another nasty rumor that would spread-

“Clay? Why are you asking about another man when I am right here?” I blanch, “No, no, no, it is not that, I just thought, since you and Joanne work there, maybe he did too.” He lets out a little laugh, “I know, I was just messing with you baby girl, Clay is not like us, he is a lawyer, an attorney of law as he says.” A lawyer? There weren’t talking about any films, they were actually talking about murder?!

-CLAY- Entering this realm means giving your whole loyalty to the company. Never bruised its name and never break the rules. Ever since Kai entered the dorm, we knew he's something special most especially when we learned that he didn't take any entrance exam. On that very day of our day off, there we officially knew who he really was.

Seeing Clayton walk aside and sit down against a pillar, Yrian, Yukha and Taotie looked at each other in confusion. Clayton was the most arrogant and stubborn creature ever. They never dared ask him for too much or control him. However, he had a lethal weakness—faithfulness. He lived by it and would never betray it. Now that he had made a mistake, his heart was full of guilt.

Relief, unaccounted for, colors the silver flakes of his eyes with wonder and confusion, before it fades as easily as it came. "What took you so long?" Damon mutters, watching Clay advance with a medical kit in tow. The presence that put him on edge… "Please keep in mind, Damon, that I am not familiar with this orphanage." Clay retorts after he's situated on the floor in front of Damon's legs, his formal slacks crunched as he crouches there. …Intrigues him. The youth watches those slim fingers open the case with a snap. "So…in other words," Damon starts, eyes still set on Clay's fingers when the other looks up at him. "You got lost?"

He somehow counted calmly into his mind to stay calm and put his thoughts straight as it’s somehow shaking in a protest like a brewing hesitation that clumping to withdraw his initial offer. Looking at Sky’s hand reaching out to him and back at his face, Clay is still in a tormenting annoyance unto himself as his mind could not reach for a decision. “I,” he finally manages to say a word, yet stops then and there as he slid back his hand into his pocket. Looking back at Sky he wonders, just what it is that’s creeping inside of him. Like somehow a parasite he cannot rid or stop from growing, but instead, it's striving and making him sick in a pleasant way. Thinking deep he cannot help himself,