Clayface Novels & Stories

Skylar gasped again when a punch came flying towards her face but using her reflex, she dodged while the force fanned against her cheeks, she stumbled back while the crowd cheered them on. "Come on, stop being a pussy!!" Clara growled, baring her canines out while Skylar flinched in fright, as she slowly put a reasonable amount of distance between them, till Clara became running forward, wanting to track her to the ground but Skylar flee back, but still, a heavy impact landed on her face and she fell to the ground with a force that nearly knocked her unconscious.

I told him. “I’m the future Alpha, Flora. I don’t need stitches.” Clay said instantly. “I fell off my bike, it was a little accident. All I need is a little help.” I wondered what it cost his pride to admit that he needed help. “And I still think you need to go to Jessica.” I repeated. Why was he here anyways? His leg must be hurting like hell! “What a cruel woman!” Clay shook his head in amusement. “Can’t you help a man who’s injured and seeks your healing touch? Any other woman would have done anything to have me in their house in the middle of the night.”

To everyone, they look like regular shirts and combat pants like a regular soldier, but they are not. They are high-tech universal soldier uniforms, called the Future Force Warrior. They are made out of a special dynamic geological fluid, almost like oil, a mixture of polyethylene glycol and nanobots particles that can turn into solid rock to our touch command or at the base of an impact to our body. It is impressively less than an inch thick. The best part, it makes our power and stamina increase more than three hundred percent.

I left through the manor's secret tunnel, heading straight for the deepest black-market clinic in Chicago. On the cold operating table, the surgical lights blinded me. "I'll confirm this one last time," the underground doctor raised his scalpel. "I'm digging this chip out without anesthesia. It's going to be absolute hell. And once I break and rebuild your jaw, you will never look the same." "Do it." I closed my eyes. My phone screen lit up one last time next to the operating table. A text from Tessa. [Aria, happy fifth anniversary. But your Don is pinning me down right now. You lose.]

BELİNDA All my limbs were frozen. Clay let out a laugh. “I was going to have a taste anyway, but I didn’t expect it to be this soon,” he said, just as the door was kicked open and the room was suddenly flooded with police. Shouts of “Drop it! Drop it!” filled the air. In that split second, before I could even grasp what was happening, Darian lunged from his seat, grabbed Clay by the collar, and buried his forehead into the man's face with a brutal headbutt.

Overcome with regret and fury, he raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face. “Look at what you’ve done, Claire! Didn’t you say those were just superficial injuries and that she was faking the pain? No wonder she coughed up so much blood. It was a ruptured spleen! If you hadn’t misled me, I would’ve taken her to the hospital!” For once, Mom didn’t argue back. She simply held her cheek in silence because no one knew better than her where those injuries had come from. She shook her head weakly, as if all the strength had been drained from her body.

Clayton mused. “Hey!” The six year old looked genuinely betrayed. His peppery scent burst sharply through the room until AJ’s heavier metallic petrichor pushed against it. “Calm down little enigma,” AJ sighed. “Clay’s just stupid,” Deuce added while reaching for bread. “That shouldn’t come from you,” Clayton muttered immediately. Deuce rolled his eyes. “You’re still upset because I beat you during sparring.” “You tripped me.” “You fell.” “You shoved dirt in my face.”

“You sick bastard!” She sprang into action before she thought, the hard plastic case gripped so tightly in her fist that it dug painfully into her palm, and swung it with all the strength she could muster. It smashed into Jacob’s face. He reeled back, cried out, but Ellie didn’t stop when he hit the floor. She ended up dropping onto his body, straddled his belly, her body pinning his down, and grabbed the kit with both hands. Pure rage drove her to batter him with it. He tried to defend his face but after a few hits, his hands slumped to the floor. “You monster,” she panted, hit him again, and then realized how bloodied his face had become. She stopped, her entire body shaking, and stared in

With effort, Clay composed himself together, walked towards the chair in the ward and sat on it, burying his face in his arms and ruffling his hand through his hair, filled with many uncertain emotions. "Oh my God, I recognize you now." Caterina's high-octave voice pierced through the silence that soon engulfed the room, drawing a look of puzzlement on the faces of everyone in the room. She looked around and noticed the strange looks on their faces but decided there was no point not saying it anymore "You are that billionaire CEO, aren't you?" She asked, snapping her fingers, trying to jog her memory. "The one that owns the fashion company…yes, that's it. I know you, Clay Winston," she said,

My emotions churned as uncertainty gripped me. Mirage reached me and casually opened the door that I had been unconsciously reaching for. My attention shifted to the mysterious guy, studying him as he strolled past. He possessed an athlete's tall and well-built physique, suggesting recent dedication to fitness. His sandy brown hair seemed artificially colored, cut close to his head. A sharp jawline framed his gray eyes, and he wore a white shirt that complemented his olive-tanned skin, paired with brown pants and sneakers. With one hand in his pocket and the other holding a phone, he showed indifference. I mean, 'hello! A human is standing before you,' I was tempted to scream in his face. "V