Clay X Peril Novels & Stories

"What brings you here, Mr. Quill? This is so sudden that we haven't even had time to give you a proper welcome." "I'm just here to check on things. Tell me where the crystal pendant came from—why did it fall from the sky and land before me?" Lysander asked. "I-I bought this from a market. We were horsing around earlier and accidentally made it fly out the window." "The market? Horsing around? Ha!" I heard the sound of someone slamming the desk. Lysander roared, "Open your eyes wide—I carved this for my fiancée. It's the only one in this world!

Amber is really devastated after talking with us. She’s so mad at the two of us. She will not let us be happy together while she’s suffering from heartbreak. Because of her anger she made a sinful plan. She hired people that will kidnap Shane and take her revenge against her. First they follow Shane secretly wherever she goes and know all her schedule outside. We have no clue that danger will happen soon. “Roxy, you know that I feel someone is following me these past few days. I'm worried,” Shane said while we were eating lunch together.

It felt as though his very honor was being dragged through the mud and crushed beneath their heels. "It's not the time for you to act recklessly, Clay! I'm sure something is going on between Ashton and Wanda. In addition, Ashton himself is far from simple, Clay!" Felix warned, his expression growing grave. If Ashton was backed by the Curious Chamber and had Lawrence—that old bastard from the Legion—watching his six, taking him down was going to be a nightmare, and for Clay, the implications were disastrous. Clay's cultivation resolve was in ruins after his previous defeat. He required a decisive victory over Ashton—and Ashton's death—to reset his foundation and advance to the divine realm. H

"We get him to come to us." Noah pulled out a tablet. "Mercer has three clubs in the city. He uses them for meetings, deals, recruiting." Evelyn nodded. "If we make trouble at one, he'll take notice." Damien grinned. "I adore trouble." Lena turned to Noah. "Which is his favorite?" Noah scrolled through the files. Then he stopped. "Horizon." Lena recognized the name. It wasn't a club—it was his headquarters. Evelyn frowned. "That's a war zone, Lena."

"Fat chance! I'm not taking off my pants in public let alone in front of some guy whose name I don't even know! I may be an orphan but I know stranger danger!" Clay rested on the back of his hands when Damon all but climbed further on the bench to get away from him. A soft breath of a sigh and Clay observes the tips of Damon's light ears churn into a faint cherry blossom. There was something explicitly cute about the words stranger danger leaving that boy's mouth. Easing off his knees that ached from resting on the wooden floors for an extended period of time, Clay merely replied, "Clay Ares." There was a grumble, something akin to a choke of disbelief, before he heard Damon shuffle. Already

+GISELA+ "Oh, I want to cum!" she exclaimed. "I don't regret signing a contract with this man and him accepting me. Now, I feel lost in front of him! I never imagined this would go beyond a moment of heat; this man has marked me!" She moved her hips slowly, pressing herself against his bulging penis. The friction of the rough denim fabric against her sensitive clitoris was driving her insane. "Oh, heaven," she moaned. His voice was deep, like thunder following a lightning strike. She felt him harden even more, and she was wet and slippery, sliding against him with more force and passion.

He was collecting her blood, for the Blood Moon ritual. “Stay here.” Clay warned me. “I’ll try to sneak up on him while he is distracted.” I wanted to protest, but that was probably the only way to help Malachi and Ezra now. Clay’s scent had changed now that he was no longer a rogue, as had the scent of the rest of his packmates, but Andre would recognize my scent easily. “Be careful.” I whispered. Clay gave me a nod before lying flat on the ground and started crawling forward on his hands and knees, making as little disturbance on the grass around him as possible.

*** Clay shifted under her hands, forming something sharper—features she knew too well. *** Darius Welch. *** Her expression didn’t change. But her hands did. *** More force. Less hesitation. *** The sculpture held. But only barely. 🩸

Clay responds, resuming his pacing. “Exactly. Especially since rumors suggest she has a ‘difficult mind.’ From what I’ve seen of the upper class, that probably just means she speaks her mind.” He looks at me, a dawning realization in his eyes. “We’re doomed, aren’t we?” “We might be,” I admit reluctantly. “But if we work together, if we stand united as an underworld, we might have a chance.” “Damn, you sound so much like Adis now that it’s scary,” Clay says, shaking his head with a small grin.