Clay Moral Orel Novels & Stories

“Politics is perception, Lady Zanny.” “And what of morality?” I asked. Silence. Clay ran a hand through his hair. “You are letting your anger cloud judgment.” “My anger?” I felt heat flood my veins. “You slept with her in a prison cell, Clay.” Torin stiffened slightly. “And now,” I continued, voice shaking, “you stand here planning her release like she is some diplomatic inconvenience.” Clay’s wolf surged beneath his skin; I could feel it. “Do not bring our private matters into council decisions.”

It's Clyde's hand that wraps around mine, a tight hold, and his voice is like whiplash, "You certainly must know a lot about the prehistoric era, considering that you dress like a fifties grandma." The girl's face turns a bright red. "Enough!" Morris growls. He resumes the lesson, and I shoot Clyde a grin, "That was quick thinking." "And it wasn't a lie," he points out cheerfully.

"We need to talk." Clara snorted. "What now? Come here to gloat about catching me?" Morales didn't rise to the bait, motioning the guard to unlock the cell door. "I'm here to make one thing clear," he said from within his bulk, the small space of the cell filled with his massive presence. "You're done. Whatever schemes you think you still have, forget them. You've lost." Clara leaned against the wall. She folded her arms over her chest. Moving hurt her shoulder, but she didn't draw back. "You are so cocky," she said, voice curling with malice. "But you do not know half of what I am capable of."

Renci did not appear. Claura peeled off the orange, put it in her mouth, chewed on the blister deliciously, and said to Hana, "It seems that Mr. O.Renci is busy with something lately. He came to school with his hair disheveled like a crow's nest and his clothes worn for a whole week without changing them. Tom hadn't returned to school from the day he was defeated. I think the clan Leano locked him," Claura clicked her tongue. "Was defeated by a freshman girl from the lowlands, that was so wretched."

Weird! "Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something strange on my face?" "Your face is normal, but your attitude is weird! Since when did you become religious?" Clay chuckled, not seeming offended by Axel's words. "Well, I'm on a repentance streak. Judgment day is getting closer, Bro!" Clay joked. "Who said it's getting farther away? You're just crazy!"