Clayface Novels & Stories

That ambassador was tremendously strong. When they stared at him, he felt the sudden urge to kneel as well. That was just how powerful they were. Yet now, he felt the same when Alex looked at him. ‘But… How is that possible? ‘I must be hallucinating!’ “Die!” Clay attacked, using his Imminent Immortal powers to swing his fists at Alex’s head. Dawn knew exactly how powerful Clay was. She was worried that Alex might get hurt and tried to warn him not to take the punch if he couldn’t.

Clay greeted, squeezing me harder. I rolled my eyes because this is just how my cousin is. He wants a reaction to indicate that he’s stronger than me. Which okay, he is. Like his father, Clay works hard in the construction company and has won some bodybuilding competitions. But I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s stronger than me. “Put my Bampás down,” Saki glared up at Clay and kicked him in the ankle. I snickered at my little girl coming to my rescue. “You gonna make me, pipsqueak?” Clay playfully taunted. I know he was being playful because, again, like Uncle Apollo, he’s a total mush when it comes to kids.

"I guess, if it'll help for soccer." One of the guys did a celebratory fist pump, "Our first girl! We're becoming an actual club." I laughed lightly, going around and checking out all the equipment. "Y'all have a rock climbing wall down here?! Oh my god, can we do this right now? Someone race me!" One of the guys, Derek, was up for the challenge, and we starting putting on the gear. Connor ended up supporting me with the rope, and Elijah (another one of the boys) supported Derek. The last boy, Kevin, counted us down and chose to be the judge.

"You're going to get through this. I refuse to consider any other outcome." "I appreciate the confidence. I'm not sure the universe consults either of our preferences on matters like this one." Something wry and resigned crossed his expression, quickly softened by genuine warmth. "But I'll take the fight you're offering me. I intend to give this considerably more resistance than my own body currently wants to allow." "Good. Stubbornness runs in this family, apparently. I've seen enough of it in Harlan to know exactly where he inherited it from."

carved into it. On my first day in prison, the other inmates heard that "I" had killed a child in a hit-and-run and fled the scene. So, they pinned me to the ground and branded that mark of shame onto my face. From that day on, beatings became part of my daily life. Riley froze for a moment. A trace of guilt flashed in her eyes before it disappeared. Just then, Leo Ferdinand leaned out from the passenger seat. His face had been altered, and he no longer looked quite like he used to. Then again, with Riley being one of the most renowned plastic surgeons in the country, changing someone's face was effortless for her.

He took every bank card from his pocket, along with his car keys and villa keys. The host only shook his head. "Not enough." Laughter rose from the audience. Julian clenched his fists, his eyes red. The host smiled meaningfully and turned everyone's attention to a ring nearby. "One fight for one photo works too." Julian did not hesitate. He tore open his shirt and stepped into the ring. His opponents were all professional boxers. Within a few exchanges, he was beaten until his face was covered in blood. But Julian still got up. He was knocked down, then got up again.

Upside down, her leering face seemed monstrously distorted. “You don’t belong here. You don’t belong anywhere. Maybe you never even left the orphanage. Maybe…” And her distorted face twisted, becoming heavy and jowly, wafting hot breath in a horribly familiar odour across my face. It wasn’t Anna looming over me anymore. It was Cliff. “Maybe,” Cliff continued, a smug grin carving itself through his blotchy red cheeks, “you’re still here.”

she said without looking up. I nodded and took the seat beside her. Rufio dropped between us, his tail sweeping once across my foot like he was grounding me to the moment. When the screen lit up with Makayla’s face, it hit me—how much I’d come to rely on her, on this quiet force of a woman who had once looked me in the eye and said, You don’t have to keep running. Clay’s square popped up next. He looked tired but focused, leaning back in a chair with what I recognized as one of his workshop spaces behind him—framed photos of Xenia and their dogs Zeus and Tinkerbell just barely visible on a high shelf.

says Gabin and continues "Our dads know you are here" "great" says Falvio and closes his eyes. "Oh my God, you broke your nose?" asks Maurizio through face time. Maurizio and Jaques were still i. Dubai and were face timing Gabin and Falvio. "I say it's an improvement" says Jaques and continues "I'll pay for your plastic surgery. Change your face and chose a better face like lady gaga or snoop dog" "I have a very handsome face. You are just jealous" says Falvio seated in front of the laptop drinking beer.

He pauses from pacing, looking at us. “Did I miss anything out?” He stands with his hands on his hips looking bewildered. “Well there is the fact my mate can channel the moon's energy to become stronger and faster” Clay tells him looking proudly at me. Trent’s jaw drops, he throws his hands up in the air. “Well, damn Clay you could have started with that. Nice one Luna with super powers” “Right, cool as fuck” Clay says back giving him a high five. These men are deranged, I drag my hand down my face as the door opens and in comes Fran with the baby.