Eli Clark Novels & Stories

ENZO CLINTON! ​

John Albert also helped to her get treatment at Tierra Alta Mental Health Facility. "Dr. Clark! Since when did you come back?" Eliza smilingly asks the doctor. Dr. Clark Lee has been away for six months, doing volunteer work in Africa. It's a happy and big surprise for her to know that he's finally back, and he looks well. "I came back last night. I've decided to do a surprise visit to you and to Grandma Miranda. And I'm so glad I did." Dr. Clark replied, while grinning from ear to ear.

Elijah answered the door, all easy grins and messy hair. “Eva! Rachel! Come in, come in…drinks are flowing, food smells insane.” Celine appeared behind him, elegant in cream silk, smiling politely but watchfully as Clark followed. “Welcome, both of you.” We all hugged each other and went in. “Make yourselves comfortable." Clark said. Dinner started smoothly enough. Small talk…Laughter…Elijah telling embarrassing stories about Clark as a kid. Rachel playing the perfect fiancée…touching Clark’s arm, laughing at the right moments.

I pretended; gosh, my cheeks were painful right now from all the blowing. “Really?” He raised an eyebrow and did that thing that always made my clit twitch in excitement. “You were cleaning?” He sounded surprised, and that's because of my situation. Gerald, or let me say, Dad, was my mother's husband; they got married five years ago after she quit the p**n industry. Oh yeah, my mother was a p**n star. Well, Gerald apparently ran the company she worked for, hence the reason he had so many videos to edit. From what I've picked up with their conversations with Mom, he edited best, and despite his company being worth a billion dollars, he did it himself.

Grief, carefully locked behind expensive restraint. “Clara worked as a patient advocate after the trial,” Evelyn continued. “She helped women who had participated in medical studies and later realized they had never been properly informed of the risks. She was young, intelligent and far more courageous than anyone gave her credit for. Your father found her because he was investigating irregular payments made to participants in the Phoenix trial.” “My father,” I said slowly. “Yes.” The room seemed to tilt a little. I pressed my palm flat against the table, grounding myself.

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

KLAUS Lilika stifled a laugh. The growl emanating from her throat continued to grow until she was cackling like a witch. I could tell this was her coping mechanism. She had laughed the same way when the doctor had told her the love of her life; the man who had danced with her at the balcony on her birthday had died from a heart attack the next morning. This was another of those many hollow laughs my mother gave when things were going awry. Soon enough, her laugh relapsed. Honestly, it felt like a Deja-Vu of the morning I lost Dad. Mom looked at Doria who had just returned to the living room playing the role of betrayed dutiful housewife to a fault and then back at me. I saw a drop of tear es

Eric said out loud, he chuckled, then walked into his sitting room, put on the TV and sat down on one of the couches. Clark Williams, stared at his phone for the Nineteen times, waiting for a certain person to call. He sighed tiredly, then dialled the number. The phone rang for a while, but nobody picked the call. He stood up from the bed, with a glass of wine in his hands, then walked over to the window and looked out of it, with a sad smile on his face. He should be happy and not sad. He should be elated that his father is one of the biggest pastor in america, but he is not happy!.

Clark nodded his head with a smile “Hoho, of course I know. I even know that you are the former CEO of Xerena Corp who ran away and abandon her company, feeling disappointed by her ex-fiancé.” Clark's next words made the corners of Hana's lips almost lift. She should be annoyed with Clark's words, but she just wanted to laugh because she already knew a 'secret' about Clark. Hoho, looks like the information she got was very useful. That Clark was just a gentleman from the outside. But on the inside, he's a tough guy who likes to gossip. "So, isn't it too childish to leave the company your parents worked so hard to grow just because you feel disappointed with your ex-fiance?"

It was even harder to imagine Catelyn as the granddaughter of the Atherton family. "I appreciate it! You always have good taste in aesthetics," praised Catelyn smilingly. Cedrick, just as surprised, came to Janice, greeted her, and introduced Ezekiel to her. "This is Mister Clark, Cat's father. He just returned to America a while ago." "Pleased to meet you, Mister Clark." Janice reached out to shake hands with Ezekiel, but when her eyes lingered on Ezekiel's vaguely handsome face, she felt he seemed…familiar.