Clay X Viva Novels & Stories

"You were never meant to let him mark you. Once his Lycan beast realizes you are not his destined mate, it will kill you." "Not if I give him an heir," Vivica snapped. "That's why I need the bone." Clarence sighed and reached into her tattered cloak, pulling out a small vial filled with thick, black liquid. "Drink this. It will slow the sickness." Vivica drank it without hesitation and gagged. "That tastes awful." "It is Lycan essence mixed with demigod nail clippings," Clarence said proudly. Vivica grimaced. "I just hope this one doesn't burn off in less than a month."

Sonya asked Clayton as he approached her and Miss Claudia. Clayton smirked. He looked at Miss Claudia who tried to avoid making eye contact with him. “I just saw your jeep, so, I decided to come by!” Miss Claudia smiles awkwardly at Clayton. “Anything I could help?” Clayton didn’t answer her question. He was pulling up his sleeves. “I need any herbal ointments for these!” Clayton showed Miss Claudia his bruises. Miss Claudia touched his arms and looked at Clayton. “Another history huh?” She asked him and seemed not to look for Clayton’s answer since she left both of them in another room.

Sharon Lindt looked at Xyla’s eyes curiously. Following Xyla’s gaze, Sharon saw a dark purple clay teapot. The color on the purple sand teapot caught her eye. It was obviously not normal for it to be this black on the outside. By the looks of it, it must have been a very thick layer of encrustation. Sharon instantly knew what Xyla was looking at. Xyla smiled and looked at the middle-aged male stall owner in front of her. “How do you do… May I look at this purple clay teapot?” Xyla asked.

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

--- “Clay. Clay Phineas Johnson” ‘What the actual fuck!’ I stunned and dropped my utensils when that name was mentioned. 'Of all the men in the world, why is it have to be him!' Clay e Johnson, huh? Now I just heard the name of Xiera's stupid-cheating-jerk-ex again.

The woman’s proximity was intoxicating. “I’m Clara,” she said, her gaze raking over Lila’s form in the glass. “This is my tent. My gallery.” One of Clara’s hands came up, not touching Lila’s body, but tracing the air just millimeters from her skin, following the line of her collarbone, the slope of her shoulder. Lila’s skin prickled with goosebumps in its wake. “Would you like to see the private viewing room? Where the reflections become… participatory?”

Clay smiled as he walked to Liala and grabbed the bag from Jenna. He pulled out a dragon stuffed animal and Liala’s eyes lit up, “Mr. tinkles!!” she scream. Clay smiled and she grabbed the old stuffed animal. “I was afraid you wouldn’t remember him.” Said, Clay. Liala had tears in her eyes, “How could I forget Mr. Tinkles?” She hugged the stuffy and looked at Clay, “so you went home?” she asked. Clay nodded and Liala frowned. “I would like to go sometime.” Clay nodded and smiled at Liala, “How about we go while Jenna’s away?”

She put the tip of the vibrator on her entrance, through the panty, teasing herself. The slow moans and breathing were echoing in the room, then she removed her underwear, feeling the wet entrance. How badly she wishes that Cliterella was here with her, right here, right now. How badly she wants to taste her dripping juice, how badly she wants to eat her tight pussy. Blaze put the vibrator inside of her and she moaned and moaned. Thinking about Blair of how she might give her pleasures. Blaze wishes to give some real ass pleasures to the arrogant girl.

“I found this.” Clayton took the vial. It looked like ordinary medicine, but when he uncapped it and sniffed, the scent was divine—sweet and hauntingly familiar. A sudden surge of energy and heat flooded his blood. Almost instantly, his mind filled with images of Laura in her most seductive lingerie. He felt a stir in his boxers, his thoughts clouding with a sudden, desperate urge to dismiss his pack members and rush to his future Luna. “Nothing special,” he said, rolling the vial between his fingers before handing it to Ricardo. “Just throw it in the trash.”

Everyone in this section got dirty, in the truest sense of the word, and as expected, some bared it all, covered in nothing but clay. People were getting the curves of their body cast, others sitting together on pottery wheels, attempting to make cups and bowls whilst simultaneously tasting the skin behind their partner's ear. I watched as people did all of the things that turned them on, enamored at the form of foreplay. The way this couple's hands moved in sync with each other against the wet clay that spun on the ceramic bat, the man sitting behind the woman, rubbing up and down her arms and covering her with clay as she forced the natural material into a circular shape. He whispered some