Clayface Novels & Stories

“Not anymore.” I searched his face, seeing the strain etched deep beneath his composure. For the first time, I saw not the warrior or the future Alpha, but a man standing at the edge of his own limits. “If I say yes,” I said slowly, “I will not be your shield. I will not soften your cruelty or excuse your silence.” “I wouldn’t ask you to,” Clay replied. “I need you to stand beside me, not in front of me.” “And if I refuse?”

By the time we reached the top floor and the doors slid open to his beautiful, glass-walled sanctuary, I was ready to boil over. Clay tossed his keys onto the marble console table and for some odd reason, that metallic clink was what set me off. “Who are you, Clay?” I spun around, my purse sliding off my shoulder and hitting the floor with a thud. “And don't give me that crap about being ‘just an equity entrepreneur!” “Well that's what I am…” “You beat up four men, Clay!” I cut in, my eyes growing wide. “All without a weapon!” He held up a finger, “technically, I beat up three men, you handled the fourth one quite impressively.”

When the door opened, my slender and bruised legs jumped into view. Preston looked rather surprised at the sight. In the next second, he stared at my face blankly. "Jeanine Colby?"

He grabbed Vein by the collar and punched him squarely in the face again. The two of them struggled, crashing into the lab table, causing everything to shatter in chaos. Sharp shards of glass cut into their skin, blood dripping in droplets. Their eyes met for a brief moment—Cliff’s eyes were ablaze with fury, ready to burn everything down, while Vein’s eyes were cold, distant, yet tinged with something resembling... pity. No matter how intelligent Vein was, he could not overcome the insane strength of Cliff in this moment.

Nyla's eyes narrowed as she stopped halfway with her hair straightener, her gaze piercing mine in the mirror. She slipped into a green sleeveless blazer, the vibrant color accentuating her radiant complexion. The fitted white pants hugged her curves, showcasing her effortless elegance. Her features, bare of makeup, glowed with a natural warmth. The gentle light danced across her skin, highlighting the subtle contours of her face. As she moved, her eyes sparkled, their brightness seeming to intensify with each passing year.

I called back. Clayton Black is our Gamma. He is about 6'3" and very slim. The man is built for speed. He is known to be the fastest in the pack. He is even a monster on the battlefield. All his blows are quick and precise. He has trained with me quite a few times and has always been kind to me. I dash from the mud room to him and ask what is happening and where my family is.

Clay replied with a thin smile, intentionally teasing Min Young with his smile. Though not as handsome as Axel, Clay was aware that he wasn't bad-looking either! "Well, that's how it is! Do you want to prove it now? Prove that I won't disappoint you?" Min Young replied, winking playfully, making Clay burst into laughter. He was aware that the woman in front of him was indeed a professional call girl, Min Young's attitude and movements were so well-trained! There was no awkwardness! Min Young can flirt with the opposite sex just with words that make men feel challenged to prove their masculinity!

They were all told that Jason had been put in custody as a suspect. " Next," the hoarse voice rose from behind the painted wall. Rosaleen trudged towards the door and stepped into the office. " What's your name?" the man questioned, his husky voice getting to the deepest of her soul. His big arms stood out like they were ready to attack and his stern face gave away hostility, coldness. " Rosaleen Williams," she found her voice, finally defeating and suppressing the bubbles that tried to interfer with her clear, open answer.

At the back of my mind, I kept repeating the words, “I believe you, Drake. You must believe me, too. Please, someone’s trying to frame me!” But his thoughts were clearly clouded with doubts. So was his judgment. “Fuck you, Selena! Fuck you!” “You think you can still play me around your fingers, you bitch! If not you, tell me who that is! Why is your fucking face in that video? In those pictures? Goddammit! I fought for you! This is how you reciprocate my love?” he cursed at me while his hands were still on my neck. “I c-can’t breathe, love. Please, listen. S…someone’s f-framing me,” I wailed in desperation.

She chuckled, eyeing Clay. “Hello, ma’am.” He smiled. “Clay Nikolaidis, but you can call me beefcake if you want. I’ll still answer.” He winked. She giggled. “I wish you both luck in your future. And I hope that deplorable man gets what’s coming to him.” She snorted before hugging me and returning to her seat. “Hey, Clay. How are you holding up?” A guy I recognized from the birthday party pictures that Clay showed me asked. It’s one of his cousins, and he’s very handsome if you are into blondes with icy blue eyes.