Clay X Danielle Novels & Stories

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.

Claire took a deep breath as she said "That is because you do not know the kind of man Dane Grayson is" . . . TBC

It was better for her to get out of this place herself! Daniella reached out and dug her well-manicured nail in the dirt, a shiver of cringe danced down her spine. However, this time around she did not pull back and continued to climb up the cliff.

not bad she thought to herself as she offered her hands to dani "nice to meet you Nena" Dani started " well actually i do know you. you are the Nena daniels. i do see you on the media and i have to say i am a huge fan of you work. you are a true luminary for those who have careers in the judiciary. you are really impressive". "Ok. i appreciate that.. thank you" Clara tried to excuse herself from their company "excuse me a moment" she said " i have to use the restroom"

We should go to him. “Oh, totally. I would not consider ghosting a lovely lady, least of all two.” Clay smiled. I whimpered because that was the smile he had given Xenia. Why is he smiling like that while talking to someone else? “My uber just got here. I’ll see you two shortly.” Clay ended his call as he climbed into the back of a car. I whimpered again, watching the car pull away, turning to look at my human. “Wow… he is a total player. Does his girlfriend know what kind of scumbag she’s living with?” Xenia clenched her fists.

version, if the person waking up happened to own concealer, highlighter, and generational trauma. Beside me, Daniella checked her lipstick one last time using her front camera. Her hair was softly blown out, satin blazer draped over her shoulders, cream slip dress underneath. The “supporting creative team” version who could absolutely steal someone’s job if she felt like it. “Hazel sent a new Poppy photo,” she said, angling her phone toward me.

Ginger knew how to start conversations better than me. The cashier gives us our soft drinks. When we turned around to walk back to our table, the sound of a girls voice stopped us. I mean to be more specific she stopped Dalon. “Oh my gosh, Dalon is that you?” She says looking at him. Dalon had his eyebrows raised and mouth ajar, ” Jasmine..” He breathed. So this was Jasmine. Dalon said she looked pretty but I didn’t she know she looked this pretty. She was beautiful. She had blue eyes, dirty blond hair and a fair complexion.

says Genelia reading the box in which the doll came. "Where?" Asks Penny and Genelia to help her find it. "If you press this hard, you can hear any recording it has," says Genelia and presses the small box for it to speak. The voice that came out of the doll crept everyone. "Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do I'm half crazy all for the love of you. I am coming for you Daisy baby. I know where you are hiding" sings Raffaele in the recording and laughs.

"Now you sound clingy, jeez. Hey Claire, I have to go now. I'll talk to you later, okay?" "Bye D. Let me know if the eggs decide to cooperate." Danielle laughed. "Will do. Bye!" Claire tried out Danielle's suggestion. She got home, thankfully with no psychos coming after the taxi she eventually called, took a shower, changed into more comfortable clothes and went out to explore the city. It was hot outside, and the sun was bearing down on the city people with high intensity.

Grumbling, he slumped down on to the sofa and flicked on the TV. Clare made her living as an artist. Her boyfriend Daniel was an artist as well — probably a better one than she, but about as commercial as an electric blanket in Death Valley. They had met at art school, getting together almost as soon as they started their course, and had been together ever since. Clare had been captivated by Daniel’s brilliance, his originality, his imagination, which was as evident in him as it was in his pictures. And he also had a great body, well-muscled and lithe, usually clothed in black; he had dark, wildly curling hair and pale grey-blue eyes like those of a timber wolf . .. She sometimes thought tha