Clay X Danielle Novels & Stories

“Let’s go together. I need to make an announcement to my class too.” “Let's go.” After the two of them scrambled out of the office together, Danielle sat down at her desk and turned to Ava with visible confusion written across her face, “Is it just me or is Clara acting strange?” “Is she?” “Yeah, she wouldn’t even make eye contact with me.” Ava bit her lip and hesitated for a moment before telling her, “Danielle, I think you might be a little out of the loop. You should look at the Northtide Daily News right now.”

Klara nodded and mutely walked out of the room. Danielle walked down the over flowing staircase. Following through the sitting room, she met Janette, Sandra and Margaret chitchatting with Juan cradled on Sandra’s laps. She smiled towards them and regarded them before continuing on her quick trip. Danielle walked through the path that lead to the visitors’ room and came to a halt in front of the glass door. She could see a glimpse of Monica and Abigail through the transparent glass door, and she sighed. Pushing the door open, Danielle trudged into the room, looking angrily at the women. Klara, who was standing by the far end of the room, sighted Danielle and quickly lowered her head in respec

Clay smiled as he kissed her once more, “and you, me.” They played in the waves for hours and finally made it back to the beach. Jenna collapsed on the blanket and clay beside her. They looked up at the sky, holding hands and looking for cloud shapes, “I think I see a dragon.” Jenna smirked. Clay laughed and pointed, “and there’s a barbarian cave woman eating pie with her hands.” Jenna nudged his shoulder and laughed. “That pie was fantastic.” Clay nodded and kissed her hand.

Claire was coming? Claire Mitchell. Twenty. Gorgeous. Sarcastic. Witty as hell. The female Dylan. The one person in my family I could tolerate, since we had one thing in common. We were both screw-ups. After thoughtful deliberation, I slammed the door shut and got ready for the airport. The final months may be worthwhile after all. **** "Dylan!" She squealed, leaping from the ground, then latching her arms around my waist. I let her rest her head over my chest before stroking her hair. She's wearing the signature Claire look. Blue jeans and a black shirt. The female Dylan in the fucking flesh.

In the hallway, I ran into Lisha, who was reapplying her lipstick. "So, which one are you targeting?" she asked. "I’m going for Mason Clark. He’s got that 'playboy' energy that’s easy to manipulate. Cole Ryder is a god, but he’s made of ice—I tried to get close and he almost took my head off with a look. And Noah? Too stiff. Mason is my mark." I didn't even respond. I just wanted to leave. I turned toward the emergency exit to get some air, and in my frustration, I gave the heavy security door a sharp kick.

Earlier, Sebastian thought Clara looked pretty up close, but that was a weak word to describe her. To him, she was nothing short of stunning. It felt like he always knew that whatever she'd wear would captivate him. Clara was wearing ankle-length skinny red pants that highlighted her long legs and showed off her assets. She paired it with a silky white sleeveless top that showed off her toned arms. On her feet, she wore black strappy sandals that gave 3 extra inches to her height. She was now almost up to his eye level, and he liked the option that he could probably kiss her much easier from this height. He smiled.

Daniel : anytime it's done I nodded Me: it's nice seeing you again Daniel: nice seeing you too. You've become quite prettier I chuckled Me: look who's become much more handsome and muscular. I know LA girls almost tore you apart He laughed Daniel: they're hilarious. So why are you here? Me: OH I came to do an assignment with Claire. You remember Claire right? Daniel: maybe Me: I'll see you around right? Daniel: of course. I'm coming to school tomorrow Me: what? You're still coming back to our school

Danika Williams I called Elizabeth as I started getting ready but I was a mess. I didn’t understand what was appropriate to wear, how much makeup was appropriate to apply or how high my shoes can be. Elizabeth is great with such things. Parents love her, she is very respectful and sweet. “Oh thank god Elizabeth.” I breathe out as the call connects on the last ring. “Yello! Who this?” I hear a childish voice but it was a woman I could tell. “Danika here. I need to talk to Elizabeth.” I say as I go through the clothes in my walk in closet.

Her hazel eyes glinted with a kind of mischief I'd never seen in them before. I knew her little time with Misaki changed a lot about her, but right now, I could clearly see what changed. This Danielle in front of me was increasingly bold and daring. She had no problem turning me on, even in the presence of over a hundred other people. If that isn't hot, then I don't know what is. "What I need...is your full, undivided attention or trust me..." She said, leaning close to my ear to whisper her next words.

A shadow of a person showed up in front of her and a familiar voice rang out, “Danielle, what are you drawing?” Danielle lifted her head and saw Clara standing in front of her. Her face wrinkled harder and she reached out to wipe her eyes again, “what do you want?” Clara pointed at her drawing, ignoring Danielle’s question, “What are you drawing?” Danielle pressed her lips together with hesustabce then muttered after what seemed like forever, “Something, it’s none of your business.” Her voice was less than pleasant but instead if getting offended or taking that as a hint to walk away, Clara leaned in closer and studied the picture, “That looks like Aunt Sara.”