Romans & histoires Iruma X Clara

"Don't do this, Silvia, you might not make it back!" James cried, his voice trembling with urgency. "But I could be right, Aurelius," Silvia responded, her tone resolute yet tender. "How can you be so sure? What if you're not? I don't want to lose you!" His voice cracked under the weight of his words. Silvia reached out, placing a hand on his chest, over his heart. Her touch was warm, grounding, but filled with an undercurrent of finality. "I'll be back... I promise. I love you."

During this time, Cradle had woken from hibernation. When she was revealed to me, I refused to sleep anywhere near the glass separating us. Cradle was a mass of black, backwards legs, all pointing up at the roof from the joints. She looked like some kind of mutant spider; with a face that split down the middle into a perfect V. Her hairless black body curled upwards, revealing her soft underside that had white horizontal stripes running up it. Her glowing silver eyes were the only things I could look at. She didn’t even speak English. As far as I was concerned, Ignascha and Diesel were my only friends.

Clara never uses our last name unless she is angry and when she is furious she can be unpredictable. "What are you doing?" "Cleaning up your mess. What does it look like I'm doing." I raked my locks back and took a seat on the counter next to the second basin Clara still didn't look at me and took out the medium torch and took out another bottle , broke the seal ,twisted the cap and just as she was about to empty the contents out I got off the counter and she held out her up her hand to signaling me to stop before I could come any closer.

Irina was climbing back through the transparent hole. She put firmly her foot one by one in Deandra’s bedroom. Her face was sour and she was sulking. She was never be in this worse of mood. Deandra stepped back. As the hole diminished, her conscious came. She blinked, then her eyes normal again. “Miss Irina?” Narrowing her eyes for a second at Deandra, making sure that she was free from any form of her mother’s influence. Irina closed her eyes, she forced herself to stay in control.

Noah stammered, his scent souring with fear. “I invited her,” Chloe interrupted. Her crimson lipstick looked like fresh blood, and she had wrapped a matching silk ribbon into a perfect bow over the silver-blade scar on her wrist. At nearly six feet tall, she looked every bit the high-born Kinton heir. “Chloe, leave her out of our pack politics,” Noah hissed, trying to grab my hand. “Is this the Ryder Global mess hall, Noah? The meat looks exquisite,” I said, stepping back so his fingers missed my skin.

She rushed out of the car and snarled at Aurelius, “Aurelius Augustus, what is the meaning of this? What are you trying to do, stopping the car in the middle of the road? Could it be that you wish to beat someone? If you want to fight, come at me anytime.” Aurelius said indifferently, “Clara, you should know that you’re just my master’s disciple on the books, and I’m the official disciple. Those weak martial arts of yours can’t even touch the hem of my clothes!” After a pause, he continued, “These people of unknown background wanted to find Izanami Shrine earlier, but now they want to find Higurashi Shrine in the middle of the night. They must have some ulterior schemes... Clara, put away yo

She glared at him but instead his lips formed into a devilish smile. "I love it when you glare at me like that" he smirked. Clara blushed and unconsciously lowered her eyes but she regretted it as soon as she did because her eyes landed right on his big member. Shit! Clara cursed inwardly. Clara felt like disappearing into thin air or better still, she could just run and hide but her feet stayed rooted to the ground. why was she embarrassed in the first place, she wasn't the one flaunting nakedness so she had no reason to hide. Summoning some courage, she raised her eyes again " are you going to stand there and flaunt your nakedness or are you going to let me meet Moon?" she glared at him.

Damien, tall and strong, kept her hand in his, his eyes calm but always watchful. Mira walked behind them, carrying a tray of fruit. She looked nervous but happy. For her, just being allowed to join the feast was special. She glanced at Elara and smiled. Elara nodded back at her as if to say, *You belong here*. Across the room, Clara stood near the drinks. She was dressed in deep red, her hair shining like fire. To the pack, she looked like a perfect lady, smiling sweetly. But inside her chest, her heart beat with excitement. Her plan was simple, dangerous, and cruel.

“Love it?…that should label should never be off..even for a seconds……Damn, Clara..you know what really made me hard…you should know that….what comes next…and you’ve got to take a responsibility on it…” “ERMM~…you know I would~babe…looks like, someone haven’t got a good fuck for a long~ time~…..What I can do for you no one on earth can challenged~…I am sure that even that actress girlfriend of your on even compared to me~....”. (Clara Nelson)

~RIKAS~ “Do you know that this mission you are planning to go on is like walking into the mouth of a hungry crocodile? Whoever steps into King Iris palace will never make it out alive... Did Hemon told you about it?” Clara’s voice came clear even before her figure appeared, and I quickly put down the rusty steel. “He did… And you… You didn’t tell me you were going to take the staff and return it to him. I know where you’re coming from”