Clay X Viva Novels & Stories

Punk rock is too soft for Claire. Claire shrugs, her hands never stopping their brisk, efficient movements as she methodically mixes up her magical concoctions. It looks like she’s working on Monica's latte. “No worries. I thought Clay would want extra whip today. That’s why he’s got a dome lid this time." She glances at the tray of drinks she’s indicating and see that she’s done to her co-worker Clay a favor with a super generous glob of whipped cream that’s piled up well beyond the hole in the top of the dome. “You know I’m going to have to watch him lick that up like a dog with a pup cup, right? It’ll be downright obscene, and that’s before he tries to irk me by suggesting I could learn a

Claudia replied. "What happened?" Ava asked curiously. "I am sure you know all about the Eternal Chaos. I was Lily's childhood friend and I joined her in creating the plant in that little getaway cabin in the forest." Claudia started to explain. "Wait a minute! Are you Claw?" Ryder asked. "Yes I am. Claw was her nickname for me, it was short for Claudia." Claudia replied. "So you knew that she had drugged Lavender?" Ryder asked. "Yes I was aware." "And you didn't say anything?"

"Really? That is the pathetic game you want to play with me? Denial?" "It is not a game, and I am not in denial about anything." I bent gracefully to collect the broken champagne flute, using the movement to steady my racing heart and buy precious seconds to think. "My name is Evangeline Northcrest, and I have absolutely no idea who this Seraphine person is supposed to be. Perhaps you have mistaken me for someone from your past?" "Evangeline." He tasted the name slowly, like poison coating his tongue. "How incredibly creative of you. Very sophisticated. Tell me, Lady Evangeline, do you often crash parties under false pretenses and fake identities? Is this a hobby of yours?"

Well, lizards with sunglasses and beer. Sixteen hundred miles south, Claudia threw her hands up and quit trying to pull a single word out of Silvia’s mouth. Good thing her mother joined them, with her tray full of brushes and colors to paint the clay mugs she’d just brought home from her ceramic class. Silvia kept the mate going in complete silence, while mother and daughter did some healthy catching up. She hardly heard a word they said, smoking like a damned chimney, her eyes nailed to her tablet by her hand.

"How much did you all bet? I sold everything I own! I went all-in on Clay winning. Considering the odds when I placed my bet, I'd be able to buy myself a villa tomorrow!" "You're that confident Clay is going to win?" "Need you even ask? According to insider sources, Clay has already awakened and further activated his bloodline. He's invincible among the transcendent realm experts. "You know about Maxwell Lademan, the head of the Dominion Vanguard, right? Well, he's even provided Clay with special training. There won't be any suspense in this match. It's just free money for us. I even used my car and house as collateral! You'd have to be a fool to miss out on a sure thing like this."

She shouted victoriously as she held up a familiar green can. It’s that soda Clay had the first time I was here. It’s apparently a favorite drink for him and his sister. The soda he gave me a secondhand taste before our making out resulted in me ripping the faucet. I thought that was his last one. Duh, Xenia that was days ago. He could have gotten more. “DON’T DRINK MY GUARANÃ ANTARCTICA!” Clay shouted as if he had x-ray vision or telepathy to know what drink his twin had selected.

“Like... TikTok famous good.” Clarita rolled her eyes. “Don’t encourage her. She already thinks she’s the reincarnation of Shakira.” “Please, I’m more Dua Lipa,” claire said, removing an earbud without missing a beat. Dante strolled in just then, fresh from the gym, towel over his shoulder, shirt clinging to his torso in all the ways that made Jullie’s brain betray her professionalism. He glanced at her. “You’re still here?” “She lives here,” Clarita muttered.

"This is Evergrow in its second form!" Chad realized his earlier suspicion was correct—Evergrow had a second form. "Evergrow has seven forms. The most common is black soil, and this is called white clay. But I've only ever seen white clay; the other five forms are unknown to me." Chad took the silvery-white material from Imperious, feeling its peculiar texture, which was both soft and hard at the same time. "In human terms, white clay is similar to a non-Newtonian fluid, but not exactly the same," Imperious explained. Chad molded the putty-like white clay into a nail shape using minimal force.

My Luna. But now, standing here, faced with the reality that Claire was not just an ordinary agent but the head of the very agency that had become my second family, a profound sense of duty washed over me. The shock gradually transformed into a fierce determination, a willpower to rescue her from Zack’s clutches, the cunning mastermind who sought to manipulate and control her for his own sinister purposes.

The ramp that had previously been built was partially destroyed and could no longer serve as an access to the city without considerable repairs which would take a long time. Many residents moved away and the life and culture of Kyrshom seemed to have left with them. People feared another eruption of Mt Almall and did not wish to lose what little they had left. Hope sparked briefly for the revival of Kyrshom as the lava cooled. People discovered Alymcyte in the cooled lava and there was a brief “Alymcyte rush” before the price offered for Alymcyte fell through the floor. It was so freely available in the cooled lava that it was no longer considered a rare mineral. The Black Cloaks eventually