Clayface Novelas e Histórias

Clayton stepped forward, his massive frame forming an unbreakable wall of muscle that blocked Ruby's prying eyes. Ruby nearly dropped her bucket. "Whoa! Good Lord! That guy looks terrifying..." Catching a glimpse of the jagged scar on Clayton's face, Ruby pulled Chloe aside and lowered her voice. "Chloe, if you're in some kind of trouble, just say the word. Is it those Blue Moon people coming for more money? We can all chip in..." Chloe couldn't help but laugh. Her icy expression softened for a rare moment. "Ruby, you've got it wrong. He's just a patient."

I chambered a round and aimed at his spine. Understanding spread across his face. "No…" His voice cracked. "Isabella! I am the Don! You can't—" I fired, and his scream ripped through the villa. When the echo faded, he lay twisted on the floor, legs useless, eyes unfocused. I crouched beside him and tapped his sweat-soaked cheek. My voice was soft. "Don. From today on, you can sit and watch ballet forever. No one will disturb you again."

I murmured to no one in particular, running my fingers along the table edge. "They should be magnificent. They cost enough." The voice stopped me cold, sending ice racing down my spine. I straightened slowly, my carefully constructed mask of polite interest never slipping for even a second, and turned to face the man who had haunted my dreams for ten long years. Zephyr. Except he was not the boy I once knew. That child who had shared secrets and honey cakes and promises by the lake had been completely carved away, replaced by six feet of pure Alpha dominance wrapped in an expensive suit.

"Cane will find me, and he'll kill you." Fred's face twisted with anger, his eyes flashing with fury, as he raised his hand, as he slapped me across the face. The blow sent me reeling, my head spinning with pain, my body crashing to the floor. And then, everything went black. I shouted the truth, my voice raw and desperate, "I'm pregnant!" The words hung in the air, a challenge, a revelation, a warning. Fred's face froze, his eyes widening in shock, his body stiffening with surprise. For a long second, he said nothing, his expression hardening as realization hit, as the truth sank in.

LACHLAN My fist plunges into the bastard's face with a satisfying crunch. He staggers in his seat, momentarily unstable from the impact of the blow. Ellie covers her mouth with sophisticated flair, averting her eyes from the blood staining the table. Justin’s head reels. He grips the edge of the table to steady himself, spitting a tooth and a spray of blood onto the floor. He isn't smiling now. I lean in close to his ruined face and growl, "You won't get another chance to target an innocent. You will rot in prison."

Such speed had far exceeded his expectations. Clay was visibly flustered. With no way of locking onto Ashton, he could only do his best to defend himself. A sharp, cracking sound tore through the air as Ashton's palm smashed through Clay's barrier and slapped across his face. Clay's body tumbled sideways, with blood dripping from his mouth. His face looked completely deformed now, so grotesquely swollen that no trace of his earlier dashing demeanor could be spotted. Giggling, Kayla remarked loudly, "The future head of the Dominion Vanguard, the supposed prodigy, now looks more like a pig instead!"

2 weeks later *Amber* Once again, I remind myself that Clay is much worse off than I am. At least I don’t need help getting out of bed; my stitches came out long ago, and my wounds have almost healed. Clay still has both eyes covered, and the wound on his side has reopened with the slightest movement. Compared to Adis, who is long, lean, and muscular, Clay is more compact. He doesn’t have the same physique as Adis and Tjeck; even KC is outgrowing him now that he spends all his time in bed.

Clark eyed Dustin tauntingly. He thought that he could badmouth Dustin because he looked so young, especially since he did not have a fighter’s build. “If you really have the skill, let me see some of it!” Clark said challengingly. “Sure!” Dustin said coldly. He made his move. The only thing the members of the West family saw was a blurry figure. Clark’s face froze. Before he could react, Dustin’s fist pummeled into his face. The punch made Clark’s face twist in pain. He was thrown backward. While still in the air, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

" Amid the chaos, Don was thrown out of the company in a disgraceful state. Camden and Nevaeh attempted to meet with me several times after that, but they were never able to see me. Even so, I knew they wouldn't give up so easily. As expected, one evening while returning from a contract negotiation, a large truck suddenly swerved toward me. Unable to dodge in time, I blacked out. The last thing I saw before losing consciousness was Camden's cold, venomous glare. … When I regained consciousness, I found myself bound in an abandoned warehouse. Nevaeh no longer looked like the pampered rich girl she once pretended to be. Her makeup was smeared and hastily applied, and she was wearing cheap clot

I had unknowingly closed my eyes. But when I opened them, the two alphas were face to face. He was foaming at the mouth as he banged against the glass, ramming it with his whole body as it shook. Dr. Dawson smirked. He taped the glass with a mocking expression. As the specimen had nothing he could think of doing for more intimidation. He started to pace back and forth, staring Dr. Dawson down, growling at him and baring his teeth.