Kobo Clara Colour Case Novels & Stories

Clara stood with her arms folded, tapping her foot against the ground. She hated waiting. A few minutes later, branches cracked behind her. The four rogue boys stepped into the clearing. The tallest among them was carrying a small glass tube wrapped carefully in cloth. He stretched his hand toward her. “You wanted this.” Clara immediately took it, Inside the tube was dark red blood. Lily’s blood. She stared at it for a few seconds before carefully holding it against the sunlight. “So you actually got it.” The rogue laughed. “It wasn’t easy.” Another one rubbed the bruise near his jaw.

Clara having an awful day always equals disaster. She usually swims or uses the gym to kickbox things out of her system, and today didn’t seem like it was going to happen. Clara was hiding in her office. Eli got up, took the tablet, straightened her skirt, and prepared herself to get screamed at. After a few minutes, Sebastian walks over to the door and tells her to hold all appointments and phone calls.

That gave me, at best, five and a half minutes. I kept my pace casual but efficient, folders in my hand enough to look official, enough to stay invisible. No one questioned someone carrying paperwork, especially not someone who wore confidence like a second skin. Clara’s office door was ajar, just like Levy said it would be. I pushed it open with my shoulder, closing it behind me without a sound. Inside, the air was lemon clean and cold, her desk a minimalist’s dream, neatly stacked files, a closed leather bound planner, and… there it was. The black tablet sat docked beside her laptop.

I had to use both hands to pry his fingers loose, one by one, surprised by the thickness of his wrists for a child his age. He turned onto his back, his eyes fluttering open for a brief second. In the weak light from the tallow candle, his left iris was a deep violet, exactly like the reflection I saw in my washbasin every morning. His right iris was a pale, stormy grey. "Mama?" he mumbled. "Go back to sleep, Toby," I said, rubbing his forehead until his breathing slowed down. Clara came into the market square on a Tuesday, her hair hidden beneath a heavy wool shawl that smelled of cloves and woodsmoke. She found me near the well, where I was lifting a wooden bucket with both hands.

Clara looked a little closer at the contents of the box and saw a variety of colors in the tendrils of smoke—blue, red, green, and white. “How do you even use it? This is my first time.” Clara bit her tongue. She just hoped this was really Ariah’s first time using such a thing. “Well, Neith,” Holly butted in. “Do you have any singles there?” “Yes, I have, Miss Vanders.” Neith rummaged through a drawer and handed Holly a dusty blue orb. “It’s still business so I must say that’ll cost you another fortune. I must insist you go outside to—”

His phone⁠ lay bes‍ide it. Still⁠ silent. Still waiting. Th⁠en it happened. A soft k⁠nock at the d⁠oor. H‍e di⁠dn’t⁠ answer immediately. “Come in.‌” Clara st‍epp⁠ed‌ ins‌ide a‌gain. She look⁠ed un⁠easy. “Sir… t⁠here’‍s something you‌ should see.” She‌ placed a tablet on h‍is desk.

“Thank you, ma.” “But replace this gold texture here,” I pointed, “It clashes with the walnut wood. Go for brushed bronze, it’s warmer and blends better.” She nodded quickly. “Got it. I’ll fix it and re-upload tonight.” I handed the tablet back. “Great. Get to work then.” Clara nodded, hesitated, then said, “Ma… people are talking.” I looked up slowly. “Talking about what?” She hesitated. “About Mr. Leo. About all the deliveries. Some are wondering if…if you guys are a thing or—”

“That little maid… I hate her. She takes what is mine. She takes Elara’s love. She takes the Alpha’s eyes too. I will not let her stay.” Clara moved to her table and pulled out a small box. Inside were herbs, powders, sharp pins, and strange stones she had kept hidden. She touched them one by one, her breath fast. “I will harm her,” she whispered. “I will make her cry. I will make her fall. And when Elara cries for her, I will be the one to laugh.” She picked up a thin black powder between her fingers. “Not yet,” she muttered. “I must be patient. She will suffer when the time is right.”

Clara explained. I stared at the girls and waved. Cas was still there, and he gave me a nod to let me know he spotted me. “So, who are you with? I haven’t seen you at any event before.” Clara said. I took a good look at her. She was beautiful, but she looked nothing like the other women here. Her dark hair was in thick braids, matching the dark brown color of her dress. She had big diamond earrings and looked around thirty years old. “I’m not with anyone,” I replied. Before I could say more, the girls ran over me, their faces covered in chocolate. “Mommy!”

Although she still had a calmer appearance than Clara. “Enough discussion about him.” Clara dismissed, staring at the device I had seen in my room. She had it wrapped around her wrist. “What's that?” I nodded at it. Clara stared at me for a brief second before shaking her head. “We still need to get you checked, Ivy. However, that can come in afterwards because my Vox currently says we need to get to the shop right now!” “Come on, let's go,” Ruby gripped my hand, tugging me.