Clementine Final Season Novels & Stories

"I was the one who did Annie's last surgery! It was terminal stomach cancer… I couldn't even find a place to make the first incision! Do you know how much pain she was in? But you, her boyfriend, kept ignoring her, hurting her. You gave up on her again and again! Annie said she never wanted to see you again. She doesn't want to see anything that could remind her of you. So… Leave." Wade's eyes were welling with tears, while Zach was already crying a mess on the floor, his face stained with tears and blood. His pupils shook as he stared at the urn. "Did she…really say that?" Wade just looked at him coldly, giving no answer. Zach took a deep breath and closed his eyes. A tear slid down his fac

"Track Purity’s movements for the last month. Every meeting, every phone call, every cent spent. I want the truth." Clement didn't waste time. He nodded, then disappeared, and for close to an hour, I paced the floor, my mind replaying Purity’s taunt about Elena needing to win that famous traditional battle with the strongest female warrior before she can be crowned Luna. About an hour later, Clement returned but his face looked pale.

On the day my overseas assignment ended, my boyfriend, Victor Walter, posted something on social media and quickly deleted it. The room was filled with familiar friends. The caption read, [Waiting for tonight's guest of honor.] I thought he had found out that I had changed my flight to come back early and wanted to surprise me. When I arrived at the location and entered the room, everyone fell silent. My best friend, Cynthia Haight, was the first to recover from the shock and said, "Welcome home! We've been waiting for you." Everyone ushered me into a seat and took turns toasting to my return. After several rounds, I leaned drowsily into Victor's arms and closed my eyes to fake bein

“I will speak to Roric about a revised number. I will not authorize anything until I see proof that every copy of the footage is in one place and ready to be destroyed under supervision.” Selene’s mouth curved, not quite a smile. “You have learned how these conversations work.” “I had a good teacher.” She stood. The meeting had lasted less than fifteen minutes. “You have until tomorrow evening. After that the clearer clip moves whether I want it to or not. Some of the people who have the blurred version are not patient.” She left the same way she had entered—calm, controlled, already thinking three steps ahead. I stayed at the table until she was gone from the street. Then I picked up the ph