Klara Gup Novels & Stories

Her fiery hair. Her blue eyes. Her signature smirk on her kissable lips. Damn, my cock was stirring at this sight alone. Imagine what it would be if we were naked and hot and ready to— I shook that thought away before I was clearing my throat. Klara was putting on her casual black coat and black dress. She looked like from the Victorian era. What was this place that she was going to? Right, Niapachad Island. I wondered how it looked like over there. “I thought you have gone,” I said as I was looking at her. Klara shrugged before she was walking in a circle around me. I was hearing the clicking of her heels on the cobblestones before she turned to look at me.

“I’m trying to be friendly.” The boy laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of his head, glancing at Clara. “I kinda sucked up to Chancellor Wilmar to switch out of calculus. I’m not the best at math, which I’ve quickly found out. Anyway, I’m Julian.” “Hi, Julian.” Clara stuck out her hand for him to shake. “I’m Clara.” When he took her hand, I nearly let a growl slip through my lips. I balled my hands into fists behind the standing desk and cleared my throat.

“She is in Colorado. Adrian broke her years ago.” Silas produced a photograph and placed it on the bed. Klara stood outside a clinic in Denver, cane in hand, weight clearly on both legs. “She is learning to walk again. And she is learning to hate again. Hate is more reliable than gratitude, Mr. Hart. I have built an entire career on that principle.” Liam picked up the photograph. His thumb moved across Klara’s face with the recognition of shared damage rather than tenderness. “If she has the key, why has she never used it?”

"No, I simply wanted to come spend some time with you if you were not busy." "Of course, baby, I am free; you may as well have a seat and keep yourself busy," I responded, offering her my phone to play games. “What is going on here?" Klara whispered. “She's Luis' daughter." “Girl you're a strong woman I mean, look how gorgeous your children will be if—" “Klara I am going to tell you to stop for the final time, OK." "Whatever, let us get your hair ready," she replied regarding styling them when Luis dispatched the hairdresser to my room.

Maybe she expected me to come crying, I was just confused at this point. “Can I see her profile?” I murmured out “Sure” Shaun responded and immediately swiped on his phone. “Dr Clara, a highly respected surgeon who has never had a failed surgery. A woman of zeal with a flawless record. Beyond the operating room, Clara is a business woman with a lot of landed property to her name. Despite her success, Clara's heart and compassion towards children remained strong. She owns and run an orphanage home where she provide shelter, love and education to abandoned children”

Clara. She stood frozen at the top of the staircase, her eyes locking with his. Time seemed to stand still as their gazes met. Clara stood at the top of the stairs, bathed in the soft glow of the overhead light. Her long, auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves, framing a face that was delicate yet striking. Her almond-shaped eyes, a deep shade of emerald-green, glimmered with a mix of shock and curiosity. Her skin was flawless, a warm golden tone that seemed to glow under the light. She was breathtaking, a vision of beauty that made his wolf howl in approval.

He was caught off-guard, wondering how K knew about him hooking-up with almost every pretty girl around New York. Oh, wait. Clix. He realized and remembered K saw the app on his phone when he asked for her phone number at the subway station. But then, she wouldn't know still that he slept with those women aplenty. "H-how did y-" "I have access to the database," she explained, stopping him mid-sentence. "I'm a web developer for Clix. I see you, Jesse Akerman." She looked right through him, really deep within him. Holy shit.

I was about talking when Anita came over. "Hmm...What's going on here?" she asked Lexy putting her hand on lexy's shoulder. "Kelsi here is the daughter of our maid that was sent out of the house last month...." Lexy replied her, looking at me with disgust, ".... And she had the guts to lie to me, telling me her dad is abroad overseeing his business there" I felt ashamed of myself that moment. "Wait! What?" Now the whispering coming frim every corner was getting louder, some of the class mate were covering their mouth in shock, including Anita.

she asked smiling expectantly at Sola. Clara was a dark beauty. Her big eyeballs giving her the sultry look that always attracted men and even women to her. She was a yoruba/delta born, her father being from the delta part while her mother osun. Clara was a twenty-three year old business manager and face model. She was almost a year older than herself, Sola. They worked together, in a classy food restaurant along festac road, Clara started working as the manager of the restaurant immediately after she finished her youth service in kaduna the last year, due to her parents connection with the chairman of the business.

she added. “Me?” Kylie was taken aback. Wasn’t she the only normal person here? How could she be the problem?! Or perhaps it was a case of the abnormal looking normal due to the rarity of the normal? “Yes. That is because I am a member of the Heavenly Fox Clan. I am a Heavenly Fox.” Clara chuckled and took the initiative to open a bottle of wine and fetch two glasses. She filled both and pushed the other one to Kylie.