Romans & histoires Iruma X Clara

a voice said, and I felt this aura surround the room. Clara was holding Sasha’s hand that was about to slash Alexa like it was nothing. She looked up and her eyes, her eyes were golden yellow. The colour of a gamma, Sasha seemed taken aback at first while Clara just frowned. She looked at Alexa who was on the floor and within seconds threw Sasha across the room. Sasha didn’t even have a time to respond. “Lets get one thing straight, next time you try to touch my mate like that I will rip you into pieces” Clara added.

“Baby… you underestimate how shameless some women can be.” She reached for her phone and tapped the screen a few times. “Someone sent me something. I wasn’t even sure if I should show you.” Damien looked at the phone, then back at her. His chest felt tight. His head swam. “Show me.” Clara turned the screen toward him. It was a video. Blurry. Dark. Loud music in the background. A woman on a dance floor, laughing, moving. The lighting made it hard to see her face clearly, but the angle, the hair, the body shape—Clara had chosen it carefully.

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

She turns and we share a look of surprise. “But it seems we came right I time, seeing that they are on their feet. You don’t want them here?” the usual playfulness I always hear in Philemon’s voice is gone. I am yet to look at the both of them, but I can see the tense anger in the room. Clara lets out a nervous chuckle, as her face instantly turn red. “We definitely do appreciate their presence.” She turns to Brown eyed. “Right, Kira?” Oh, Kira. That’s the name.

Irene grabbed Klara by the hair again. Klara took notice of a vase that lay on the table nearby. She grabbed it quickly and smashed it on Irene’s head. She expected Irene to fall down but she still stood straight as blood poured from her head and down her face. Suddenly she laughed, something that shocked Klara. “Come on! Hit me some more!” Irene said. Klara was confused. “I said come on!” Irene yelled then Klara punched her face causing Irene’s lip to burst. “Is that all you got?” Irene asked with a smirk. “You are not giving me a choice but to show you how.” She said and slapped Klara across the face.

"The watcher loves you. It wants you to know that. It has always loved you. It will always love you." Clara wiped her eyes. "I know. I have always known." --- The spring deepened, and the school continued to grow. Iriel became a teacher, guiding new witnesses, showing them how to listen to the watcher's emotions. Elara visited from the eastern provinces, bringing cuttings from the great gold flower. Mira returned from the western provinces, her notebook full of names. Clara sat on the stone bench with Morwen, watching it all unfold. "We have been here a long time," Morwen said.

I breathe out, feeling sad all of a sudden. I turn to leave but get tugged back by Luca. "I think you're forgetting something gorgeous." He grins, tugging me towards him. "I'm almost late for class." I groan. "You have to give me a kiss first, Iris." He asserts dominantly. I sigh loudly, before standing on my toes, looping both hands around his neck and then tugging him down to me. It was a soft kiss, something PG since we were standing in the middle of the hallways.

She was about to hold Sierra's foot so she could somehow break it when she heard the door open. ‘I must fight back’, she told herself. But she was already beaten up, almost unconscious that she could not hold on to her foot. Klaud gave Sierra her favorite poisonous spiked club, ready to hit her with a final blow. But then a violent howling along with heavy winds from the thunderstorm broke in throughout the windows that shattered the glasses into pieces. The intense cold wind blew out the candles, turning the lounge to be completely dark. Amara was crying for help until some heavy footsteps were heard, which she knew were familiar.

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

I can’t believe I called my one and only crush a wall! You piece of poop. Summer you should go and see the doctor. Oh.. I know, you should go home and eat your moms cake and play call of duty.. Yeah, that will help me for sure. Gahh!! if only I kept my freaking mouth shut, none of this would have happened but no.. Ms. clumsy here is one stupid person who can’t control her stupid mouth of hers.