Klara Gup Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

A woman's voice rang inside the room and she finally turn around to see a young woman standing behind her with crossed arms and a frown on her face. Her eyes were bright yellow which shows that she was a werewolf. She was wearing a tiny starp red dress with a little flare just above her knees. She was Klara the daughter of Alpha Nicholas of the blue moon park. Muna just stared at the woman not knowing what to say and she heard the woman talk again. “ So the rumours were true after all ” Klara said walking closer to where Muna stood at the balcony and she lean her body against the door leading to the balcony staring at Muna straight in the eye.

Immediately, someone barged into her office. Clara. Helma stood up and stared at the young lady In front of her. She wore a yellow short flare dress and white boots. Clara removed her glasses and sat on the couch " I was told I need to fix a meeting with you, before I can see my brother" she said with mocking tone.

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.

“Sawadee Kha.” Kla was wearing a bright blue shirt with tiny white palm trees embroidered onto it and he had paired it with white dress pants. His sunglasses covered most of his face and the light afternoon wind blew his hair onto his forehead, making him look a lot younger than his age. In fact, Kla was only four years older than Kim and Kaya, making him thirty three years old. “Sawadee Khap, Khun Kanya.” Kla bowed slightly in greeting as Kaya raised her hands in greeting. “Did you come for a swim?”

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.