Clayface Novels & Stories

His head was shaved, but the blond color showed on the inch-long hair on his head. His brown eyes had a halo of black around the iris, and his facial structure was something Lola had previously only seen on models in magazines: high cheekbones, a sharp jawline, and a prominent cupid bow. Lola scanned his body. He wasn’t as muscular as Jax. Clay had more lean muscles, and his T-shirt hung one size too big on his body. She was so preoccupied with watching him that she hadn’t noticed him talking to her. “Excuse me?” She shook her head and looked up. “Yes?”

I wondered why it took so long, but I knew he would elaborate once I saw him. Casper brought them to the packhouse lounge, and I did not need to guess why it took long for them to come. The three of them were shirtless, and their shorts seemed stolen. It only meant they had been in a fight. Clay's hair was white, and he had grey eyes. I figured they were contact lenses. He was easily six feet six inches and brawny. He also had tattoos that bled to his neck. His face looked more like Amelia's but with harder edges. Had I seen him first, I would have connected the dots.

I didn't like the way he called my sister Alicia Scarface, in reference to the scar that marked her face. “Wait, did you say one of them has a scar on her face? You sure it isn't Alicia?" Eric had asked. “Who is Alicia? Anyway the Scarface said her name was Joyce Donaldson. Could be she lied." Brice said. My heart was now thumping dangerously. “I need to talk to you alone Brice. Can Andrew wait outside?" Eric had demanded and I walked out of the radio room. I wasn't gone far when I heard the next instructions.

Blood was splattered all over the ground and on Clay’s face as he lifted himself up. His nose was broken and even looked a little disfigured. He was entirely too embarrassed to handle the fact that as soon as Jenna saw his face, she looked pale. Yale helped him to his feet as Jenna fainted.

Clay shrank his neck in fright and put the phone further away. Clay covered his ear and complained on the phone, “Dad, what are you doing? I’m still in the car, and my assistant is also here. Save my face. How can you say that I’m an idiot?” Mr. McDaniel laughed in anger, “See what you did. Save your face? Don’t you feel ashamed?” Clay felt annoyed and retorted in confusion, “What did I do?” Mr. McDaniel sneered, “What did you do? You will know it soon. Come back within half an hour. If I didn’t see you in half an hour, you would be screwed.”

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.

He grimaced. "Oh, marriage again." I murmured without thinking, this was going to be Derrick's sixth wife in his entire life. Grayson's mother had been the second wife it didn't even last for atleast five years. "Don't be like that Raina, Cherry is different. You know Cherry Macaalay the Filipino actress, you must know her." He gave a lopsided smile and I didn't want to rain on his parade. I definitely knew her if he was talking about the Cherry Macaalay who had a graceful body and warm brown eyes but most of all was way younger than Derrick Collins. She had often been on the front cover for vogue and other online magazines. She was definitely one for the spotlight.

I heard an exclamation a little away from us and my mood soured instantly at the presence of the maniac who had been continuously finding ways to tumble my happy life. Bringing me behind him, Cain waited for Clay to reach us and when the overly obnoxious twin of his came within our reach he swung out a punch right to his cheek. It was so swift and sudden that Clay wasn’t prepared for it and gasping instantly Sofia stood in front of Clay blocking Cain’s attack and tending to her mate’s cheek.

, I said, rather demandingly. “Okay, pretty lady”, he said. Then he raised his face and smiled at me. It was my favorite smile, a cool smile, not too wide, but with a devilish glint in his eyes. There it is, my secret Clay who likes to tease me a lot, who is unknown to most people, not Clayton Sommers the celebrity. “Clayton, stop calling me that. You know I don’t like being called that. Ugh!”. I curled my lip, pouting, kinda ruffled.

He smirks as we both crash into each other, I try to use any of my powers against him, but nothing works. “Oh trust, I may not be invincible, but I know how to beat the hell out of you.” I kick my feet into his stomach, making him fly almost fifteen meters back. “Black magic may protect you from supernatural powers, but now let us fight man to man.” I punch him square in the face and he kicks me in the stomach with his knee. “We both know that you will lose when it comes to fighting with honour because you have no honour!” I smirk and jump up. I elbow him in his throat making him groan and cough.