Lecter Clarice Novels & Stories

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.

I realized I was staring when she cleared her throat gently. Heat rushed to my cheeks. “Oh — sorry. I, um… hi. I’m Claire. From Claire’s Florals.” I lifted the bouquet awkwardly. “I’m here to deliver an arrangement for Mr. Alexander Sinclair.” The woman’s expression softened the moment she saw the flowers. She smiled, warm, genuine, and almost familiar. My chest tightened. For a brief second, I thought of Amelia. That same kind of quiet, innocent glow. Oh God. Could this be… her mother?

Lucian came over to stare at the image on the screen, his eyes widened because the person on the screen was Clarissa. "I WANT HER TO BE MY MUMMY!" He said adamantly with no hopes of anyone changing his mind.

Clarissa looked around afterwards, eyes scanning the condo like she would rather enjoy the sight of the interiors than talk to Scarlet. Then, her eyes caught the framed photo on the table. It was of Scarlet and a little girl who she remembered so well. But there was no Lucas in the photo. Still, the sight of the photo sent a burst of jealousy through Clarissa which she managed to bottle up so well. Scarlet followed her gaze. “Beautiful, isn’t she? That’s Lily. Our daughter.” Clarissa’s eyes darted from the picture, still not replying to her. Scarlet kept going. “Lucas loves her and she looks so much like him. You’d be surprised.”

“Yes, Father.” After Vincent left, Clarisse finally collapsed into a sitting position, her hands trembling. Adrian had successfully lured her back into the narrow corner that was slowly killing her. “Bastard...” she muttered. “I’ll finish him off. I swear.” That was when her cell phone rang. Unknown number. No name. She opened the message. “Attack before you are attacked.” “Kill Adrian’s confidence.” Lysander. Clarisse swallowed. Clarisse’s face tensed, her pupils narrowing like a predator that had just received hunting instructions.

I don’t think I’ve seen you before,’ she says with her mischievous grin. ‘Uhm… no, Ms. Johnson, I’ve always been here. I think you just failed to acknowledge me every time you come barging into Mr. Colfer’s office,’ Lexi retorts. ‘Oh, I’m sorry, cutie,’ she was the least bit remorseful. ’I didn’t know you were there. Otherwise, I would have paid more attention. I definitely would, now that you're on my radar. Can I just borrow Lexi while we’re here?’ Clara teases.

Was this his fate, along with the other two? “Now let me repeat myself, and I do hate to repeat. What did you do with Jenkins and Susan Writtle?” Blake asked again with no emotion. “Hah, hah, I don’t….” Clarice began. “AUHG! AUGH! Suddenly, she began to age and was an elderly woman in her nineties. “I’ll tell. I’ll tell you. I sent them away to be laborers in Africa.” Clarice admitted. “It’s a diamond mine under the Elon family in Africa; all you need to do is call them back,” Clarice said, breathing hard, and she became the teenager again.

Kaylen replied as he licked his fingers too. “Ugh, I love you so much.” She groaned and blew him a kiss. “I love you too.” He replied and Clara groaned. “You are not coming with me.” Clara said. “Yes, I am.” Lucy replied. “Didn't you say she is good with computers? Like really good? Hacking and stuff?” Dexter whispered in Clara’s ear. “Yeah.” Clara whispered back. “Then go with her, after all, she already saw what you did in Vegas.” He replied and Clara nodded.

I didn’t know if he noticed. An Elder stepped forward before the final election speeches began. She wasn’t one of ours. Not aligned, not friendly, but not a stranger either. Clarisse. A mid-tier diplomat from the Eastern Crescent Pack. I remembered her from an old summit, ambitious, blunt, too clever to be dismissed. Her loyalty had always felt like a coin waiting to be flipped. She climbed the stairs and stopped at the podium, lifting a small wooden box in one gloved hand. The guards didn’t move. Clarisse turned to the crowd and spoke clearly into the live feed.