Dr Clara Novels & Stories

She didn’t push further since it had been quite obvious that whatever it was, she wouldn’t be getting any answers from Adriella. Clara got dress in a navy blue plaid skirt and a black long sleeved body suit, paired it all with her favourite sandy-brown gladiator sandals, and was out the door, leaving behind her nightmares and Adriella to her scales and whatever it was she was hiding from her. Adriella had warned her against Evander the first day she laid eyes on him, told her not to trust him but maybe, just maybe, the one who should not be trusted was her red head roommate.

"She will be my assistant Doctor from now on. Whenever you don't see me, you will see her." They were interrupted by the door opening and closing, Clara walking in with bags in her hand. Her chirpy voice coming through as usual. "I had to go find the best food joints to get these food. It was one hell of a walk." She dropped them on the table, not even realizing other people were there. When she was done releasing the bags from her hands, she turned, surprised by their presence. "Doctor Hither?!" Hither smiled, adjusting his glasses. "You were here?"

Clara knows that Kyle is dangerous and the last thing she wants is to show her daughter that they are living with a monster so to protect her daughter she has to surrender the money she has been saving to buy drugs for herself and her daughter's school fees. "I will give you…I have some cash to give." She cried out loud before Kyle finally let go of her hair. Clara has a heart problem and the only thing that is keeping her alive is her drugs and now she is about to give this monster the money she has been saving to buy the drugs which she hasn't taken for the past three weeks.

“Oh, i’m not good with hacking this type of shit. I think Ginger might help.” “i am?” Ginger asks from the kitchen with her mouth full of icecream. “Oh god thank you so much.” he says holding my hands. When we all go his house, they both go to the office room. While i was downstairs on my phone. After a while i hear the sound of a car engine getting louder and louder. That cant be Dalon’s mom, they arent even finished yet! i start to panic. Once Kyla parks her car she steps out. and might i say her dress was stunning. She looked amazing in that white dress.

“Who is it?” The door creaked open before an answer came. Clara stepped inside. Her crisp black shawl draped over her shoulders like a judge’s robe. Her smile was sharp. Controlled. Cold. “I heard she’s finally awake,” she said, eyes settling on Elara with no hint of concern—only calculation. “How… delightful.” Kaelen didn’t move. “She needs rest.” “I’m sure she does,” Clara replied sweetly. “She’ll need her strength for what’s coming.”

he said, “You are the rebellion.” Clara entered our war room the next morning with blood on her face. She’d been attacked. Two of her surveillance drones wiped out in transit. The third sent back a single, glitching frame. A face. My face. But not me. Colder. Sharper. Eyes that didn’t blink. Lips that didn’t smile. Hair like a black flame. “She’s already in Manhattan,” Clara said. “She’s not hiding,” Lucien added. “She wants Ivy to see her coming.”

Clara pulled her jacket tighter, the early Atlanta air cold against her skin despite the rising sun. She stood on her sagging porch. Her shift at Mickey’s Diner started in twenty minutes. She was stepping off the porch when a black car rolled up. Her stomach dropped. “Shit.” The driver’s door opened, and out stepped Aidan Moretti. Tall, suited up, same cold blue eyes. Clara froze as he walked up to her. “Clara,” he said. “We need to talk.”

CLAIRE Four years had passed since my world had shattered. Claire Darlington—the woman who had been humiliated, betrayed, and discarded—was gone. In her place stood Clara Everson, CEO of Erebos Pharmaceutical. Sharp, focused, unyielding. Every scar, every sleepless night, every moment of pain had carved her into someone who could survive… and even thrive. My company had grown from a modest lab into a powerhouse, and every achievement reminded me that I could exist on my own terms. That I could command my life, and no one could take that away.

Immediately, someone barged into her office. Clara. Helma stood up and stared at the young lady In front of her. She wore a yellow short flare dress and white boots. Clara removed her glasses and sat on the couch " I was told I need to fix a meeting with you, before I can see my brother" she said with mocking tone.

In New York. Clara woke up at the sound of a knock on her door. “Who is it?” “It's me, Barbie doll,” Drake answered from the other side of the door. Clara looked at the time, and it was a few minutes past midnight. She sat up with her knees bent as she held the sheets to her chest. “Come in, Drake,” she drawled. The door opened, and Drake stepped in, taking hurried steps toward Clara. He sat on the bed and pulled her into a warm hug.