Clover Novels & Stories

[3:32pm] I ran towards the garden, very expectant. I walked to the bench where we normally sat and looked all around it but there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. My last hope was dashed and I felt my knees weaken. A strong wind blew across and I noticed that the sky wasn't looking so kind. I sat down on the bench hoping to gather strength to walk back to my room and face the reality that had just dawned on me. I looked up at the roof of the shade and noticed a thick white note sticking out from one of its ends. I could swear that paper wasn't there the previous day.

But… He didn't have any friends. Sol was the heir of the Lustburg kingdom. Only another heir of either a church or kingdom could match him. He had never met the current holy daughter of Castitas. Chloe hesitated a little, even though she couldn't read his mind, she could feel the eagerness in his voice, she wasn't the smartest of the bunch, but she also understood a little of what he was feeling. After all, before meeting that redhead–she also felt a little lonely. "My name is Clover. Clover Industria. I am the daughter of Iris Industria as well as a paladin in training and the holy daughter of Industria. Those close to me call

she told me. “That’s great to hear.” “Would you like me to show you what all we still have?” she asked me. I nodded my head and said, “Yes, please.” She led Bastet and me through the fields to show me what all they grew in the fall. There were still squash, wheat, oats and other various vegetables that needed to be harvested. They were smart with how they grew their crops and the variety they had.

The little girl looked at her mother. “Mommy…” Her voice was weak. “Help me.” Clover pulled against the chains. “I’m coming!” Kael raised his sword. “Together.” He drove the sword into the ground. Golden energy spread across the forest. Clover’s Eclipse Crown appeared. Silver and black energy surrounded her. The chains began breaking. CRACK. The Void stepped backward. “You cannot defeat me.” Clover pulled harder. “Maybe not.” CRACK. “But I can defeat what you made me believe.”

0f course, he did. I give Julien a weakened smile and we exchange a few sentences of small talk before I thank him for driving ways here. Waving goodbye from the window as he slips into his car again, I pretend not to rush to the unknown contents that hide inside the white-encased box. There are cursive letters in black, engraved into the cardboard material, reading Matériau Féminin. Gnawing on the skin of my lip, all I do is shake mny head at a parallel memory that comes into mind when we spent time together in this very store, replacing the various lingerie of mine that he has ripped.

The private chapel was tucked away on the grounds of a sprawling, centuries-old estate in the Cotswolds, hidden completely from the prying eyes of the world. It was a crisp, perfect autumn afternoon, the ancient stonework of the building draped in vibrant ivy that had turned a brilliant, fiery red. Inside, the air was thick with the sweet, heady scent of white lilies and the warm, golden glow of hundreds of flickering candles.

Clover hates eating late. As six o’clock approaches, there’s another knock. Clover steps in and her top layer of clothing is gone. Shes now sleeveless in a fitted shirt and flowing pants, just clean lines. She looks unreal. My mouth actually waters. “You ready?” she asks. “Yes,” I manage. We head to the garage. I open the door for her. “Oh,” she says, smiling. “I like this car.” “It’s a BMW SUV. I know you like them.”

They never knew about her… A fairy tale, for Irwen, was something truly extraordinary—a destiny tied by a bond that seemed unbreakably strong and magical. But her mate had betrayed her, treating everything she had done as meaningless nonsense. Fine. Irwen understood—and decided that betrayal deserved a revenge. The Alpha King had exceeded her expectations. He helped her, and even proposed a marriage contract. He began to heal her frozen heart, drawing them into a more complicated relationship. To Irwen, it felt like stepping back into a fairy tale—one that might end in pain again. “I want you to be my Luna.” “I will protect you.” “I will stay by your side.” But will those promise

He never loved me. Not the way he loved his first love. To him, I was nothing more than a Luna who was far too obsessed with her position. A woman with no background. No worth. But was he really that foolish that he failed to realize that the woman who had stood by his side all this time was me, his Luna? To him, neglecting someone who had nothing to offer was never a problem. Until I finally walked out of his life, just as he had always wanted. Now that I’m finally gone, why are you the one making all the noise, husband? Wasn’t I never anything special to you? An Alpha could never regret losing a woman he never loved. … Could he?

"You have no idea how much I yearn for this day to come. Her neck, the curves of her breasts, her slender legs. I lust for them all." "We would've succeeded if he hadn't appeared!" He shifted his attention to the speaking man. "He?" "Kyle Lee." "Ah... The rising star." *** Clover twitched her brows as faint voices floated to her ears. A warm flood of orange light fell onto her lids. Not bothered by them, she brushed away the itch on her face and stuck her leg out of the cotton blanket to continue her sleep. All of a sudden... "WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOUR BRAIN?!"