Clayface Novels & Stories

What I saw in them was a mixture of conflict and vulnerability—a rare glimpse into the chaotic emotions he was usually so adept at concealing. "Well?" I pressed. "Talk to me." I could tell my question hung in the air like a suspended storm, poised to break. Clay's eyes locked onto mine, and then, without warning, his fist connected with my face. The impact reverberated through my skull, a quick jolt of pain shooting down my jawline. My head snapped to the side, but I almost immediately squared my shoulders and lunged at him.

It was amazing how one person could have a great body and a gorgeous face like this with the character embedded with flaws. He was a jerk that love to think that Chloe’s world revolved around her, even though that wasn't the case. The way he was arrogant, she might as well think that he owned her, the earth, and everybody in it. Although, he deserved to be cocky with a face, body, and physique like his. As soon as she and Hailey had entered Graciela, her eyes had gone quickly to him, finding him among the people that sat around the ice cream shop.

she corrected, her voice brimming with happiness. In a sudden shift of focus, Camden sat up, her curiosity piqued as she maneuvered Clayton onto his side. "Speaking of scars," she said as she gently traced a scar that ran from just under his shoulder blade down his side and over his ribs, "tell me about this one," she requested, her eyes searching his face. Clayton let out a sigh, his expression clouded with memories. "That is from a fight with another rogue," he admitted. Camden frowned sympathetically, her touch tender as she continued to trace the scar. "It looks like it was pretty bad," she remarked softly. "It was," Clayton acknowledged, his tone solemn. "I probably should have died. I

the man said and hung up the call. Tonia waved down a bike from the motion and they agreed on a fixed price. The new Kuje is the exterior part of Kuje. At first on the bike, Tonia thought she called the wrong location for the rider because of how stretchy it was. At some point, she began to wonder if has been kidnapped or not. A couple of minutes later, they arrived at the new Kuje. She was on the phone with Yax all this while, so it was easy to discover him among the crowd because he was the only one with a blue face cap.

''I'm sure she will be willing to serve your questions as soon as the panel begins. Salim stood still, not uttering a word but nodding in acknowledgement as he came face-to-face with Miriam for the first time. The mogul looked chubby, almost with a protruding belly and his big, black beard that had patches of grey all over. It was probably the second time--since her teenagehood--that Miriam would be meeting Salim ever. He was a man in his late 50's and he seemed a man seething with bad blood and serious bollocking. Against the notorious impression about Salim, he seemed innocent and a man of few words. In fact, his appearance was attractive and charming such that he could have been misidenti

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

Clay smiled at what I said and I put my hands on either side of his face, admiring his facial features. His neatly arched eyebrows, well-defined jawline, finely groomed facial hair, and those mesmerizing blue eyes of his” “He’s really attractive,” I observe, my gaze falling on his beautiful pink lips. “Is he?” Ace inquires and I just bury my face in Clay’s chest, which is vibrating. Great, He’s laughing at me. Embarrassed, I climbed off his lap and crawled under my sheets. Why do I have to be the one to say what they’re thinking out loud?

He almost drops, eyes wide as the perfect face and all freshen-up hunk Clay is in front of him. Raising his hand in a salute, Clay greeted. “Yo!” smiling with all his perfect smile, wearing a red polo shirt unbutton from its first two bottoms up. He looks gorgeously hot with his striking blue eyes, perfectly curve chin, high nose, and seductive lips. An epitome of a God that any girl would die to be near and be ‘the girl’. “What the.” As Sky unconsciously tattles, shaking his head to get the thoughts out. To the mix of the fault, unnecessary thoughts, and steamy vivid memories circling unto his mind, their eyes that laid unto each other took the worse for him.

He was a work of art, like the statue David of Michelangelo. His crescent-of-moon eyebrows were thick but not too full, resting over monolid eyes. His watery blue irises had the same startling clarity as a mountain stream. They shone brightly, like two sapphires dipped in to milky pools. He carried an imperious nose well and his angular cheekbones carved down towards a flinty, squared off jaw that was stubbled with a thick, dark growth of facial hair. The celestial nose he sported complemented his prominent cheekbones. They were of such sharp contours, it looked as if they were sculpted and pared to perfection. His skin was tanned and flawless, giving him a perfect complexion that would be t

But to his new face, his eyes and that snickered he hold never faded, that didn't change a bit. "You see, after enduring that motherf*cking painful burn, I tried consulting to my doctor. I asked him to fix my f*cking face." Klyde let out a guttural laugh, wiping his mouth with his right hand that was burnt too. "This was what he f*cking did to my face, f*cking look like Deadpool sh*t." Collin swallowed, he knows that Klyde has been so dark with his psychotic mind, but now, his face just joined his ugly heart.