Novel & Cerita Hazbin Hotel Clara

The car turned silent again and Clara preferred it this way, she took out her phone and scrolled through the internet, using it as a distraction to stop herself from paying anymore attention to Henry and thankfully, he let her be. He dropped her off at her apartment and drove away. Clara made her way into her apartment and shut the door behind her. At the same time, one of the werewolves who was keeping a close watch at Clara had also reported her arrival to Skyler. Clara was so famished that she didn't even bother to get changed but instead she dug into the food she had bought, emptying it in only a few minutes. She sighed and rested her back on the sofa and robbed her full stomach. After r

Damian smirked, hiding his true feelings. "The idea of Clara being a vampire still sounds strange to me," Mathias remarked, and Damian smiled at him. Fateema wanted to say something, but Damian interrupted her. "Wait, Clara is coming down now," Damian announced. Back at Clara's house, Clara descended the staircase, having changed into clean clothes. She wore black jeans, a light blue round neck top, and open sandals on her feet. As she made her way down, the voices of her parents, engaged in conversation and laughter, reached her ears. A smile formed on Clara's face as she realized she had the most loving and wonderful parents in the world, deeply in love with each other.

She is girl shy outside, and a good bed is the best. "Nah!Trust me! Show him the real you!" Dove un Clara's true soul is unreplaceable. She knew that Clara still did know the wonderful taste of love. Clara only cares about her Marble. And this will make her plan fail at the first step. "I try!" Clara felt tired. People will think she was a mankiller but innocent in love. She always acted like she knew nothing about men to hide her insecurity.

Wherever she was, it was very white. Where was she? Who even was she? Clara. She blinked. Her name was Clara Kennedy and she had died wishing she could get revenge on her tormenters. Then she had made a contract with a demon when she was in purgatory. She could remember that the contract had something to do with her desire for revenge. Clara glanced down at herself. Her wrists were bandaged up and there was an IV halfway up her arm. The bed she was lying on looked like a hospital bed. Her ears started to pick up on noise nearby and she could hear a distant conversation outside the door about blood pressure.

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.”

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.”

Before anyone could respond, a sound echoed from the hallway. A soft, rapid set of footsteps. Everyone turned sharply. And there standing in the doorway was Clara. Her hair was messy, her eyes glassy, her breathing unsteady. She clutched her phone so tightly her knuckles were white. When her gaze landed on Lola inside her room, something snapped behind her eyes. “You weren’t supposed to see this,” Clara whispered. Lola’s heart pounded. “Clara,” Rina said carefully, “we need to talk. You—”

No, she just wanted to die. “Well,” Hazel began trying to give her a sign that everyone was looking and that she needed to calm down. “Talk slowly. Who is he?” He? He was an annoying man who made her feel things and do things she shouldn’t. How would she face him now? He would see her as a woman desperate for love or maybe even worse, s.e.x. “Klara?” “Yes!” Hazel looked at her with a frown. “What’s wrong?”

Muna scrunched her brows after hearing what Hazel said to her and wondered if it was true but when she remembered how he had treated her she chuckled. “ You don't get it. He doesn't care about me or anyone else apart from himself and his park whereas he already has someone he loves ” “ You mean Klara ? ” Hazel said and Muna narrowed her eyes at her. “ You know her ? ” “ Of course who doesn't Klara Clopton daughter of Alpha Nicholas of the blue moon park that arrogant and prideful girl ” Hazel said and scoffed. “ The blue moon park ? ” Muna said.

"You're repulsive." "If I hadn't wanted to personally give Caleb a matching heart, I'd have dumped you ages ago." "I only stayed because your blood type matched his. Your height, weight—you were the perfect donor." "Now that everything's ready, it's time to give your spare heart to the man I truly love." Clara paused, then walked to the living room. She pulled on disposable gloves and retrieved a hidden steel pipe. "The paperwork's done," she said coldly. "Once you're brain dead, Caleb will be mine forever."