Cloud Strife X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

which I will start uploading soon (just a heads up: it’s going to be a gay romance, so if that’s something you don’t like, don’t read it) But don’t worry because that’s not all. Clara and Rodrick have their own book! It’s called: “Her Bitter Rescue” And it’s already up in my profile right now! So pleeease make sure you’re following me and go check it out. Their story is also finished now, so starting next month I’ll have daily updates as well Btw, I recommend reading Clara’s story first and then coming back for Laurie’s story later. Thank you all for reading and please leave a review so more people can find this book in the future and be as mad as some of you were lol <3

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

“In utter despair, relinquish crown, septa and shaul Deputes in my head, with no time to spare The question, do you believe in the supernatural?” “Why do you insist on reading that to me every day?” Clara chuckled to Evander, her gaze moving from the book in his hands to his beautiful, clear ocean eyes. He was a beautiful man, the most beautiful she had ever seen. He had the most crooked smile and a jaw so sharp it could cut her heart in half.

Chapter Three: The Bond "I am afraid you have me confused with someone else, Alpha." My voice did not shake. Ten years with Thane had taught me that much—never let them see you bleed, especially when they were the ones holding the knife poised at your throat. Zephyr's laugh was razors wrapped in silk, sharp enough to cut. "Really? That is the pathetic game you want to play with me? Denial?"

Chapter 5 CLARA The Moonlight Pack gates stood before me, exactly as I remembered them. My heart hammered with anticipation as I smoothed down my dress—emerald green to match my eyes, cut to perfection to showcase the body that had cost me everything. ‘They won’t even recognize me,’ I thought, a smile playing at my lips. Clara Wren was dead and buried. In her place stood Liora Rivers, beautiful beyond measure, powerful beyond their comprehension. I could already picture their faces when they realized who I was. Damien’s shock. Sage’s jealousy. The pack’s guilt and terror as they understood what they’d unleashed.

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

There were no profile pictures or any personal information given, except that she was based in LA. "Leave the book, A*i, please. I want to read it," said Weston in a quiet tone as he kept inspecting the book minutely. 'Faded Dreams By Isabella H.' "Sure, bro. I've read it already. You can keep it if you want," she said, handing him the book. Weston smiled. "Thanks, A*i. Ask for your treat, right away," he told her. A*ianna smiled back. "Wait, bro. Let her respond and acknowledge that she indeed is our very own Isabella. She could be Isabella Holmes, or Isabella Hawke or Isabella Harris or...," continued Arianna but Weston interrupted her.

Cielo stated, watching him glare at her. “Why? That's the guy you work with, right? You both planned to kill me out there.” he accused and then scoffed to show his displeasure. “Oh shut the fuck up, Piero.” Cielo raised her voice at him. She got up from her chair and stood in front of him, “I basically saved you from bleeding to death, and all you can do is accuse me? Fuck you, Piero.” she yelled at his face before walking to the door and slamming it loudly after walking out. Piero stared at the slammed door and scoffed.

Every “this is better for you.” All a lie. A big fat lie. My fingers curl slightly against the polished table, the cool surface biting faintly into my skin, nails pressing in just enough to feel something real. Not grief, not anymore. What I feel is... vengeance. A vengeance so deep, it dragged me back from death. Again, a surprise. “Clara,” Alaric says, glancing between us. “This is Emma.” The sidechick. I turn to her fully, tilting my head just slightly.

The little minx was always good at reading me. ‘You’re thinking about Shawn, aren’t you?’ She touched my hand and held it kindly. She was kinda right. It wasn’t the reason I stopped laughing, but Shawn has been on my mind all day, every day. Not having any news from him made me sick, I understood the reasons, but I couldn’t help myself, everytime someone said his name, tears came to my eyes. With Theo’s hand on mine, I let the tears go. It was indeed overwhelming, having to deal with all of that, plus Shawn. Things were finally working out, and Clarissa has dug her own grave by herself, even though I wanted to be the one to have the pleasure of doing so, imagining her actually out of my life