Dr Clara Novels & Stories

Clara saw this as an opportune moment to address the pressing matters at hand. She retrieved her phone and scrolled through the pictures Mathias had sent her—images of Mrs. Fernanda. "Mum, do you recognize this woman?" Clara inquired, displaying the photos on her phone. "What?... Is she deceased?" Dr. Ellen asked, her tone laced with concern. "Yes. Do you know her?" Clara persisted, seeking confirmation. "Why and how did you obtain these pictures?" Dr. Ellen probed, curious about the origin. "Mum! Please answer my question first. Do you know her?" Clara's impatience was palpable.

Griffo walked back into the room, Clara hurriedly wiped her tears as she looked up at him. He gave her a look but Clara forced a smile. “I am really sorry about this ma’am. If there is anything I can do to help, I will.” He said and Clara nodded. He is their family doctor, he isn't a stranger so he knows a lot. “Can you get me a ride?” She asked and sniffed. “Of course, ma’am.” ~ Clara sat in the car and watched the chauffeur drive and at the same time, she was fighting her tears. She was in the car the doctor arranged for her and as dumb as it sounds, she was heading to Xavier’s mansion.

And in the corner of the photo, written in faded ink: “To my niece, wherever you are—live.” Clara’s breath hitched. She turned the photo over. Name: Dr. Veronica Hale. Status: Alive. Location: Classified. Her heart stuttered. She had family. Someone still out there. Alive.

I said, and we both laughed. We disengaged, and she wiped her tears. “Oh wow, I have embarrassed myself in front of your assistant,” she said, and I scoffed. Krystal has a way of getting to people skin. “I'm not her assistant,” Clara corrected her again. “Krystal, meet Clara. A rising junior associate with the firm, Clara, Krystal. The best private investigator, you will ever find,” I introduced them both. “No, the best lesbian private investigator,” Krystal said with a smirk.

Her voice erupted, sharp as lightning: “Are you people crazy? Mad? You must be!” The room froze as she marched forward, her fury undeniable. In one swift motion, she landed a slap across John’s face. “How dare you cast Dr. Adrian out and let this quack near Mr. Alex? Do you plan to kill him?” Her accusation cut like a blade. John staggered back, stunned. He knew better than to retaliate. Clara was no ordinary doctor — her family name carried weight in Vereluxe City. To challenge her was to invite ruin. The so-called doctor, clutching his injection, scoffed nervously.

I stepped behind the observation glass, my fingers steepled, my eyes scanning the six faces gathered around Marcus like they were an exhibit inside a behavioral research chamber. A psychological glass box, I thought to myself. Perfect! Clarissa was the first crack forming, even if she fought to hide it. She hovered between roles, between identities, between the fractured pieces that made her; switching between being a daughter, a fighter, and a survivor. I watched her eyes flicker to Marcus, to Bruce, and back to Marcus, then once toward the shadows where she thought I might be lurking. I wasn’t lurking, but she wasn’t wrong.

Xena is stuck in a resuscitation at the hospital when Ronald and Luna Amber, Ryan and R-pack entourage arrive. Clint stirs inside when the idiot bows his head to greet…

"I'm sorry, Elena. I just thought you should know." Elena nodded, her mind racing with thoughts of how Liam would react. "Thank you, Scarlett. I appreciate your honesty." With a final glance filled with concern, Scarlett stepped out of the room, leaving Elena alone with the doctor. "Mrs. Elena," Dr. Clara said, walking up to Elena's bedside with a warm smile, "my name is Dr. Clara. We have conducted a series of tests on you, and I'm pleased to inform you that you're doing great. However, I would like to ask you a few questions to better understand what you've been experiencing lately."

Doctor Clara asked as soon as Liam barged in on her while she was treating a patient, guessing that could be the reason for his intrusion. Doctor Clara is an ordinary human who was captured by Hamilton on her way back from work some years ago. She is a young lady of twenty seven. She has no family of her own since her parents died in a fatal car accident a few years after she became a doctor but she had a fiance who was about to marry her before her abduction.

Clara replied with a sense of relief. Clara is in her mid-thirties, with blonde hair that falls just past her shoulders. She is rather short compared to the other ladies, standing at about 5' 5". Her most noticeable features are her large breasts and exquisite bubble-butt ass. She has been divorced for about three years and is loving her newly found independence. Clara has been bi most of her sexual life, which was one of the areas of tension in her marriage. As she returned from freeing 'the girls' from their prison, she stood in front of Dakota, jumping up and down, allowing her large breasts to bounce and sway in her thin t-shirt.