Novel & Cerita Last Light Claire Kent

Yvonne's eyes were puffy from crying, and she ran into Eric's arms. "I'm sorry, Eric. Wendy doesn't want me around, so I'll just go." "She's the one who should be leaving! Wendy, I just found out tonight that you were the one who pushed me into the river on purpose!” "I can't believe how mean and heartless you are! Leave now! I never want to see you again!" I held back the pain in my belly, struggling to stand up and look him in the eye. "Eric, you're being so silly. Didn't you ever think that if I really pushed you, why would I almost die trying to save you? You saw me in the hospital, fighting for my life. Who would play a game that could cost them their life?”

"Can you tell me the one I sent you to that day?" Adrian nodded. "It was the grocery store on the outskirts of Kleeton City... Yeah," Adrian responded confidently. Clara’s heart raced as realization washed over her. She struggled to speak, her mouth agape in disbelief. "Oh no... Fuck No..." "What’s wrong, Clara?" Cassidy demanded, her confusion deepening. "What is it? Is it true?" Clara swallowed hard, ignoring Cassidy's barrage of questions and turning back to Adrian. "Adrian, please, I need you to tell me the truth. Is that really the last thing you remember?"

FIVE DAYS EARLIER “ I stand on the last bridge of my life. Who knew Brooklyn Bridge, a bridge I always crossed through would be the bridge I fall from? I breathe in my last breath, so refreshing… The breeze blows my ebony hair and with one last step, l'll… “ “ Krystal!” My roommate screams out my name, making me drop my pen, my glasses shift and I slam my book shut. I look up at her pretty face. She has flowing long blonde hair, circular brown eyes and a bright killer smile, plus she wears excessively much red lipstick, and it brings out her large eyes. Sighing, I ask in my usual low toned voice; “What?” The outside door pushes open and her boyfriend rushes in holding some liquor and roast c

Fire lit my ribs. Second grazed Penny's bicep, she hissed, but didn't fall. The third, Calder's, was poetry. Straight through the throat. Claire's eyes bulged. Her mouth worked in silence. A thick gurgle bubbled out, painting her chin red. She collapsed forward, twitching, eyes locked on nothing. Just like that, Claire Morrison stopped existing. No last words. No final spell. No resurrection. Just death. We watched her bleed out as the fire consumed the room behind us. No police came. No fire trucks. No drones. This was a black operation. A closed chapter.

With a straight back and head I make my way to my army to prepare them for what we've been waiting for. I'm gonna get my girl. ******* Elena's Pov A light flashes behind my closed eye lids. I want to open them, but they feel too heavy and I don't think I have it in me to do so. Small sniffles sound from around me and I move my face to the side, laying my right cheek on the cold concrete floor before finally forcing my tired eyes open. I blink a few times trying to remove the blurriness from my vision. I concentrate on the figure in front of me. Her blonde her rests around her face like a curtain and shields her features from view.

One of them, the one darker in complexion said, before turning her head to look at me. "Well, who is this?" She asked, sizing me up. I wouldn't call her pretty, she was only pleasant to look at because, if the harsh makeup on her face washes off, it would definitely expose her real looks. "This," Lucy started taking my arm to introduce me to her sophisticated friends. "is Belle, my daughter in-law." She said. "Belle, meet Abigail and Francesca." Abigail was the darker one and Francesca was the one who looked like her face had seen more plastic surgeons than eye pencils.

“I won’t.” I wiped his tears and smiled. “I’ll stay,” I lay next to him. Hunter hugged me. I combed his hair. “You can sleep now.” He gently nodded his head. Hunter looked at me one last time before closing his eyes. “Thank you, Claire.” I just smiled. Who is Claire? The coldness of the temperature outside and the exhaustion I felt made me fall asleep too.

I whispered. "This is Claire Henderson. The girl who was supposed to marry Damien. She's in St. Catherine's Hospital in New York. The best private hospital in the city. Your former family donated forty billion dollars to build it." "Why does she look like that? Where are the doctors?" I asked, feeling pity for her. Lysander's expression darkened. "Eleanor Blackwood gave orders that Claire is to receive minimal care. The staff has been told to stay away from her room. To let her die slowly."

Every photograph containing Clara had been removed. The walls were covered in empty spaces. Elaine’s voice trembled. “They took them.” Adrian shook his head. “No.” He pointed toward the floor. “They didn’t take them.” A single photograph lay beneath the table. Elaine picked it up. The picture showed Clara standing alone in a dark room. On the back was a message. THE FINAL DOOR OPENS TONIGHT. Adrian looked at his watch. 11:42 p.m. “We have eighteen minutes.” ⸻

As they were swept into the darkness, Elena looked back one last time. ​Claire Vance was standing in the center of the cellar, surrounded by her ruined garden. She picked up a single, crushed lily and held it to her nose. She didn't try to follow. She didn't try to fight. She simply closed her eyes as the first hiss of the gas began to fill the vault. ​They emerged from the drainage pipe a mile away, staggering onto the muddy banks of Blackwood Lake. The estate above them was silent, glowing in the moonlight like a giant, glass tomb.