Clayface Novels & Stories

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

"My favorite team has a bout tonight. It's actually a double header, but I wanted to go to see High Rollers battle it out against Bone Breakers." "I take it you're a High Rollers fan?" She blushed a warm shade of embarrassment, and her eyes softened in the cutest way. "Actually, I'm a Grim D. Mise fan. She happens to be a High Roller." "What's a Grim D. Mise? Keep in mind, I know nothing about roller derby."

My cousin, Clayton, has the most angelic and holy-looking beauty among us healers, but he is such a scary person. He has the most intimidating aura, well suited as the leader of the Arco clan, but he's also pathetic as hell. Only a few know that Clayton is just on the palm of Levitra. I despised how he could be easily controlled by Levitra. He's the leader of the healers, yet he's a coward when it comes to my villainous b*tch mother. So the reason he's here might be because he's acting like a dog for Levitra.

And judging by the soft and pitiful look on Sandra's features, it was more than obvious she was falling for her act. I don't blame Sandra though. May was an impeccable liar and an impeccable actress. I would have believed her too if I didn't know any better, but I doubt it even has to do with it, since Sandra already hates me and she would believe anything against me. Even if someone murdered in front of her and blamed it on me, she would believe that too. "I didn't do anything, she is lying," I forced out, finally having enough of her lies. Everything happened so quickly. A deafening sound of the blow echoes through the silence and chilly air in the early morning and my head snaps to the si

A wave separated from the pier and, covering Chaos’ body, froze his limbs, surrounded him with a dense water ball and lifted him into the air. “Do as you're told, and maybe I'll help you find out who killed your brothers,” Agnes croaked, holding a clawed hand clenched above her. The rejuvenated fingers were silvered with scales. The wrinkles on her face smoothed out, returning her to her former cold beauty. Black curls fell over her shoulders, glam up her nondescript dress with its luxury.

She tried opening her mouth but only choking words came out. “Is my brother here?!?” He shouted again. The more his voice go up, the more his grip on her neck tightened. “Is he outside waiting for an update from you if you had killed me?!” Clayton, without further waiting, grabbed the face mask and pulled it away from her face. The minute he pulled it off, the woman’s eyes flew opened and she turned towards him. His mouth dropped open in shocked as his grey eyes met with a pair of sparkling, crystal-clear blue eyes. Those eyes that are currently staring at him in fear.

The animosity she had for Claw seeped through her narrowed eyes like fiery slits of fury. I jerked my head towards my car, but Gia refused to budge. Claw chuckled, matching my strides as we sized each other up for a deathmatch. The key was to maintain eye contact and study my opponent's weaknesses. Claw's left foot was heavy, resting a considerable amount of weight onto one side. He was too damn predictable, lunging forward in a sudden strike. I dodged his blow with nimble steps, letting my reflexes do all the work. As much as Claw could pack a solid punch, it was no match for Ricochet's training. Even rookie cage fighters don't make mistakes like this. It was way too easy. I blocked another

God, you are insane. Then I do the unthinkable; I show for Clayton to lay down on the bed, and then I spin on my heels to face this woman. In as little as one…two…three, my fist connects with her face, her pretty little head snaps to the right, and she stumbles off her feet. "Now, I said, back off bitch!" …Clayton POV…

Eliza explained nervously, fidgeting with the hem of her cardigan and shuffling awkwardly on her feet. "What do you mean by that?" Caleb asked skeptically. Toby knew the more people they had fighting on their side, the better their chances would be but he was also slightly skeptical of this new person, could they trust them? "His name is Marcel and he's an incredible fighter, he does arena fighting" Eliza was hesitant to explain who he was, she was obviously leaving things out but that didn't really bother Toby, as long as Eliza trusted him, so would Toby. "How do we know we can trust him?" Caleb asked seriously. Every citizen of Lamarie had known each other in some way for a while, they wer

The sole food that keeps me sane, alive, and stronger. As I fill my stomach with it, I stared at the wall just in front of my desk. Photos. Lots of it. At the university’s main gate, at the convenience store, in front of the dormitory building, even on a random road. Different places, day or night. But with the same person in every piece of it. Eliana Deere, of the very powerful Deere clan. One of the biggest, strongest, of all the pack. The only daughter of Boss R, with the inheritance of the throne just waiting for her. Eliana, you make me go speechless by how dumb you are. Turning your back against your pack to bump shoulders with humans, live in a room where humans sleep, eat what they e