Dr Clara Novels & Stories

Clara’s pov “I’m not their rejected mate anymore.” Marnie looked up from the grill, one eyebrow raised. The morning rush had thinned. I stood at the counter with my apron still on, the decision that had been building for weeks finally ready to be said out loud. “Okay,” she said. “Who are you then?” “Clara. Bondbreaker. The woman who cut the bonds that were being used as weapons and refused to let Moonridge or anyone else write the rest of the story.”

"I understand." Clara stood up and walked to the command center, her footsteps steady and determined. She had a war to plan, a community to protect, a future to build. She had no time for fear, no time for doubt, no time for hesitation. She was Clara Morley, survivor of the apocalypse, leader of the bunker, defender of her people. And she would not let Vance win.

MARTINEZ. I paused. Then, below it, a second heading, which cost me more than the first. Who still remembers. Mother. Milo. Gail. Draven, maybe. Clara. I read the list through twice. Beneath it, the page lay blank and patient. A soft knock. The door opened a few inches, and Clara slipped in with her coat already on, the red ribbon still tied in her hair. The window light turned her face to amber and carved out the shadows under her eyes.

Clara rasped in at him as she came on top of him with his d**k touching her p**sy while she goes slowly. "Of course because you're my Honey which I need to protect from others". Clara let out a heartwarming smile as she went slowly on him. She stood up and rides on his d**k with her back facing him. She could hear the whisper moan of Donovan whose eyes were closed as he imagined her in his world.

The two other ghosts followed her and vanished as well. "Blow out the candles." Clara commanded. Her tone sounded serious. She kept massaging her temples, getting up and looking inside the parcel of food. She took out the box of chips and lounged on the couch, munching slowly by slowly on them. I suppressed a yawn that felt like coming up and landed on the bed with a thump. "There is another way but..." Jace began, glancing at Clara for permission or assurity. Clara shook her head, staring back at him with intimidating eyes. My back shivered, goosebumps rising up as I noticed her other side.

And for the first time since Brandon's fishing trip story, she wondered where Dinah and Xaver had eloped to. To Dronian's surprise, Clara grabbed a glass of Champagne from a passing waiter and casuallt took a sip. Her red painted nails lightly clutching the delicate glass as her red lipstick stained the rim of the breakable product. Sreya's chocolate brown eyes trained on the bright ruddy patch and she wondered if the woman's mood was dark or alight... Every one knows Clara doesn't drink. Turning to Sre with sharp radiant eyes, Clara began, "I see you've met the family, doctor"

The night air is sharp against my skin, carrying the faint scent of the hotel’s rooftop garden. “You look like you’re planning an escape,” a voice drawls. I turn. Clara Vance—sleek, stunning, eyes sharp with amusement—steps into the moonlight. Adrian mentioned her once in passing: an investor’s daughter, polished and ambitious. “I’m not planning anything,” I say cautiously. Clara’s smile is sweet poison. “Don’t worry. You won’t last. None of them do.” My heart thuds. “None of who?” “Adrian’s distractions,” Clara replies, her voice soft as silk. “But don’t feel bad. You’re pretty enough to be convincing—for now.”

When he finally saw the sheet. Isabella Maya Wood – 91% Clara Raj Clarke – 87% Jorge Miller – 83% “No way…” Jorge muttered. Just then, Clara strolled up behind him. “Do I even need to look?” she said confidently, already reaching for the board. Jorge turned toward her slowly. “Looks like” he said under his breath. Clara stepped forward, her eyes scanning the list. Her expression shifted instantly. “Second?” she said, blinking. “How… how is that possible?”

Clara explained. I stared at the girls and waved. Cas was still there, and he gave me a nod to let me know he spotted me. “So, who are you with? I haven’t seen you at any event before.” Clara said. I took a good look at her. She was beautiful, but she looked nothing like the other women here. Her dark hair was in thick braids, matching the dark brown color of her dress. She had big diamond earrings and looked around thirty years old. “I’m not with anyone,” I replied. Before I could say more, the girls ran over me, their faces covered in chocolate. “Mommy!”

My body tensed as I clenched my pen into my fist, nearly snapping it in half. A few months ago, Clara started working for her father's events company, JMR Events. It was a way of him showing her the ropes while offering a new opportunity. What were the odds that we were thinking of the same person? Vincent bit his lip, trying to keep himself from laughing. "That's her name. She sounds like this chick I met last week," Vincent said. "You know I don't share my women," Dexter answered. "Besides, I don't think she is the type of girl who goes to the places you've been to. You probably don't know her." He answered with a wink.