Lecter Clarice Novels & Stories

It must be a vampire trademark. “Hello, Lance,” she said, trailing her arm along his shoulders and planted a more-than-friendly kiss upon his lips as I watched in shock. Then, she turned to me. “And who do we have here?” she asked, draped over his shoulder, then added factiously, “Oh, yes. The doctor from the hospital. I am soooo glad that you came.” Her voice was sickening sweet. “Now, be nice,” Lance warned, pushing her to arms’ length and then turned to me. “Leila, this is Charlotte St. Clair, my assistant.”

Clarise and Gloria began crying again. Leon had no choice but to stay and comfort the two women. Xander lifted his gaze. The sadness in his eyes was obvious. He looked at Clarise keenly, “What did the doctors say?” He asked politely. Clarise is still mad but the way he spoke to her shows how much he genuinely cares. “She inhaled a lot of smoke… It entered her lungs and cut the flow of oxygen in her brain for a while…” She paused and hugged Bridget’s urn.

Jessica nodded to Luna, and seeing that Luna had blocked Jessica's path, Nicholas immediately lifted his leg and left. "Nicholas." Seeing this, Clarice walked up to him. "How long have you been here?" Nicholas walked in front of her and evaluated her. Today, she was extremely beautiful and charming, wearing a knee-length green dress. "I just arrived." Clarice replied. After thinking about it, she couldn't help but ask. "That girl now..." "Jessica, a friend of my mother's." Nicholas quickly replied, and after Clarice heard this, she couldn't help but look at the girl again.

He emphasized how generous we were being to the Lycans by providing them with financial aid. The Lycan King was frowning, and my mom whispered insults about his mate's cheap dress under her breath. My dad was unapologetic and unbothered after making the Lycans wait for hours. The superiority in his tone made me shake my head at his foolishness. "And now ladies and gentlemen, I would like to welcome my beloved daughter Clarissa, who graduated from Harvard with a first-class degree in robotics last year and now has her own tech company. She's so beautiful, intelligent, smart..."

Standing by the open door was Claire Vance. ​She wasn't dead. She hadn't succumbed to the gas in the cellar. She was dressed in a flight suit, her face a mask of cold, terrifying resolve. She held a flare gun in one hand and the real ledger in the other. ​"You really should have stayed in the water, Arthur," Claire said, her voice barely audible over the roar of the rotors. "It was a much cleaner ending." ​"It’s over, Claire," Lucas shouted, stepping forward. He held up the birth certificate Arthur had retrieved. "We know about the clinic. We know about the first child. We know what you and Marcus were really doing."

I inquire while my fingers tap rapidly on the keys in front of me to form a complete sentence in my email. “Yes, I have.” She looks brilliant as she recites name after name from the file she has just read. Her memory of what she read for more than half an hour is impeccable. Not all vampires own a flawless memory or brilliance, but perhaps since Lara turned her, she is a superior vampire.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

“There’s some glass near your shoes. Mind if I help you?” I reached out slowly. Gently. She had tears welling up in her eyes. My chest ached. “It’s okay,” I said again, keeping my voice light. “No one’s mad. Trust me, I break stuff here all the time. Maya calls me a walking tornado.” Still no reaction. “I’m Claire,” I tried again, smiling at her. “And you are?” She blinked up at me. Then, so quietly I almost missed it, she whispered, “Amelia.”

She said lowly, but Lucifer heard her alright. She didn't say anything after that, which made Lucifer scoff at her actions. She had to be fearless or stupid to think that she can play with him. The moment he picked up the telephone to call the front desk, he was halted by her next words. “I’m from the Midnight Pack!!” Clarice yelled. Lucifer’s hand froze in the air. He was sure that he heard wrongly, but he definitely not deaf. She was from the midnight park? The same midnight that he’s been trying to track down for years?