Clear Novel Novels & Stories

millions of questions runs through Claras mind then she remember the brown envelope Rock gives her, she quickly rip the big brown envelope open Different pictures of Anny that she takes in Italy with her family and Ricky her friend immediately drops, looking at the pictures, Clara is surprise is this not Hadiza? she said to herself but who are these people? Clara said again and looks at all the pictures; pictures of Anny from when she is in high to college were all there and that of her family what does these means? Clara still could not give it, so she look at Annys information profile that is inside the envelope then she sees that the person in the pictures is called Anny Browns and not Ha

"Whatever you want to do, whatever this next step is... I’m in. I’ll stay calm. I’ll be what you need." Dr. Clue cleared his throat softly, looking between us with a mixture of pity and hope. He let out a heavy sigh that seemed to deflate his shoulders. "Zia... Clayton... the fact that your muscle memory has returned is the breakthrough we were praying for. It means the neural pathways are firing again. But," he paused, looking down at his clipboard, "there are no more tests I can give you. No more gases, no more injections, and no more blood draws." "Why not?" I asked, my grip tightening on Clayton’s hand.

But I continued to glare at him with my bloodshot eyes. Having realized that I was about to die, Harvey's mind cleared up slightly and released his hold on me. Gasping for breath, I clambered on the ground as I tried to collect Mom's ashes. Suddenly, Nelly opened up a window. "It's so stuffy here, Harv, and your lungs aren't that great. Let me ventilate this place for you." She then turned on the high-powered ventilation air conditioning. "No!" I ignored the pain in my entire body as I rushed forward.

In a feverish haze, I heard the doorbell ring. The delivery guy called out, "Delivery for Mr. Hendrick." I smiled as I took it from the delivery guy and thanked him. I was going to laugh at James for being childish. After all, before falling asleep, I had only mentioned that I had a fever. Yet he had already ordered medicine for me. However, when I opened the delivery bag and saw what was inside, my expression froze. Condoms and lubricant were right there in plain sight, and even the toy in my hand made my head spin. Just as I took out my phone, ready to demand an explanation from my husband, a text message suddenly popped up. "This is Sangland Resortworld. Dear Mr. Hendrick, we are de

I say. “I cleared the board so we could play a new game.” He finally lifts the espresso cup—porcelain so thin light passes through it. “The old families are gone. Volkov, Greco, Moretti—pruned. The Clean Slate isn’t interested in revenge. We’re interested in order.” “You want the seed strain.”

The biting night wind dried the moisture in the corners of my eyes. Just then, the phone in my pocket vibrated. It was an unknown number. "Hello, is this Ms. Aurora?" The voice on the other end was formal, male, and rigorously professional. "Speaking." "Ms. Aurora, I am the human lawyer handling your disassociation from pack affairs. All the cancellation procedures you entrusted to me have been completed." "The pack real estate under your name, the luxury cars, and the family trust funds have all been liquidated and transferred to a confidential Swiss Bank account. Your identity information within the Werewolf Registry will be formally deleted in two weeks."

Without hesitation, I blocked his social media account. Out of sight, out of mind. Trash like him should remain in the trash can. Stop coming out and polluting my view.

​Chloe felt a sudden, icy chill completely wash away the warmth of the Mediterranean sun. ​She slowly moved her finger across the trackpad. She hovered the cursor over the flashing green icon. She clicked it once. ​A small, black dialogue box expanded into the center of the screen. The text was not written in standard code or typical hacker jargon. It was a single, cryptic sentence written in plain, unmistakable English. ​The board is never truly clear, Chloe. They are building a new cage. ​Chloe stared at the screen, her heart hammering a frantic, sudden rhythm against her ribs.

I told him, feeling annoyed and confused about the whole situation at the same time. "Wait wait wait…what did you say?" Darrell asked me and I had a big question mark on my head because I had just said a bunch of things and I couldn't pick out the one that made him ask that question. "What do you mean by 'closure', Christopher?" he finally asked when he realized I wasn't following. I was surprised he asked that because it meant he still had not realized how messed up the situation was.

Nicole said, "When are you coming back?" Claren asked, "I don't know" Nicole said, "Can I have your phone number?" Claren asked, Sorry, I don't give stranger my phone number" Nicole said, and she followed her friends, and they entered Into a cardilac sport car latest version, and they drives off, and when Claren was about going back to his house, Chante saw him and she called him, Claren, come In but she has gone out"