Clover Novels & Stories

It's a mixture of both. I turned to look at Ashton who walked past the cafeteria. He's making it harder and harder for me to like him. "Brayden? You okay?" Chloe asked, waving a hand in front of my face. I nodded. "Yeah." I replied. "What were you guys talking about again?" Chloe turned to Carter. "Well, he was talking about..." "Fluffy pink unicorns." He said. "They're cute." And until the bell rang, Chloe and I were listening and laughing about what Carter has to say.

Their eyes held a smoldering gaze and their features had anything but harshness. Leonard Knight and Alex Knight. The Knight brothers. "Brother, what about today's hunt?" "We would be going but there is....." Leonard stopped replying to his younger brother Alex's question when a strange smell hit his nostrils. Without wasting a single moment he ran in the direction from where the unique smell was coming. It was more like lavender yet it can not be completely taken as that. "Brother, what's wrong?" Alex growled a little while following his brother's footsteps with equivalent speed. Even though both found it weird to smell such things they couldn't stop themselves from rushing toward the source

" Sir, she's here to apply for a job." "Ok you can leave now" The gate man left immediately. "Your name...?" He asked her. "Ariande,sir." "I am John. The butler of this mansion. You are here at the right moment. Do you make coffee?" He asked hastily.. "Yes" "Good" John pulled Ariande to the kitchen. "Make the coffee immediately. The boss is running out of patience. His former coffee maker is not available."

The caretaker stopped scrubbing Violet's back, then she placed the washcloth on Violet's leff shoulder before leaving through the curtains. Violet sighed and continued scrubbing her back while listening to the conversation between the madam and Piggy. “This is clay soil, ma'am, you might not know this but clay soil is effective in tackling itch on skin, it also improves skin colour.” ”Are you sure this isn't a trick to—” “—I would never hurt Violet! She's my..” Piggy sighed, “This is a folk remedy only few know but it works! And besides, Violet would kill me if I gave her a wrong prescription.”

he said and left. Allison stared down at the flower in her hand, she recognized it, and she knows the meaning. It's a white clover and it means 'think of me'. Allison felt her heart skip a beat. She smiled brightly. He was slowly paving his way into her heart.

she stared at me and when she noticed my gaze zeroed on her mouth, she made a quick attempt to remove the crumbs that had settled on her lips and its corners, using her right hand. Her long brown hair was swept back in a ponytail, her face was bare of makeup. Hazel wore a simple tank top and a flowery cotton skirt, a casual summery outfit that effortlessly showed off her stunning curves. The pupils of her large, limpid eyes seemed to dilate and Her eyes were a thousand shades, depths of green and blue and amber like a deep, ancient river. Her pink tongue unconsciously darted out to lick the top of her full, sweetly sensual lips, and I nearly groaned. Where is my self-control? Her figure is

he says and stomps through the trees, I look back to the wolves watching us and see them all bow before stepping back and going on their way. After about an hour or so we see the edge of the forest but stepping out of the trees we are all gobsmacked by what we see well all except Lanna who chimes "Oooooh look we stepped into Narnia". At the base of the mountain, there are hundreds of tents and wolves, some in wolf form and some in human, they are all busy preparing for war. "Ah Ocean, about time too," Grandpa says stepping out of the crowd "Bu bu..." I stutter,

Work was a mess and Capris home life what an even bigger storm. Most days were a daze that flew by as if they were all jumbled in one. Nothing seemed Normal including her physical well being. Capri was an athlete in high school. She ran track and played soccer; her nickname given to her by her principal was Flash! It was a sight to be seen how quick she was even after spraining her ankles, she never lost a race. She gained weight and her hormones were all over the place. One night in the shower she started bleeding and experienced abnormal clotting. Every drop felt like bolders at her feet. She finally went to the hospital after multiple soils in public and having to change throughout the da

Trying to hold up the pieces of us we can’t carry ourselves. But now, it’s time to say goodbye to Citra. Moonrise is an hour away, and Naomi’s helping me dress. Slade is with Jamal, getting him ready in Finn’s room. “I thought you could wear the purple dress,” Naomi says gently as I walk in wearing a robe. “It was Citra’s favorite.” She’s already dressed in lavender—the same dress she wore to Citra’s last birthday. That detail twists something sharp in my chest. I nod and go into the bathroom to change. I don’t trust my voice.

He holds up his hands, a small mound, maybe two cups. Creek kneels and puts her face close, not to smell, but to listen. “It is soil,” she says, surprised. “Not good soil. Young soil. But soil. It has calcium, it has fungus, it has goosefoot root hair. It will grow clover now. Clover will make it better.” Rowan’s bark tablet, which lives in Hinge Town now as much as Duskbane, pings. The gray-green light where the mall is has turned green. Not bright green like Duskbane. Pale green, like a new leaf.