Lexa And Clarke Novels & Stories

“Why are you even here? You’re just a goddamn assistant screwing her boss—” Ouch. That sounds familiar. “As the mother of his son," Clarke interrupted, her tone icy. “I have every right to be here." Her words hit the table like a thunderclap. “What?” Derrick, Lucas, Lexa and I screamed almost in unison, the shock rippling through the room. Lexa, who had been leaning back in her chair, suddenly bolted upright. “Are you kidding me? This is insane!” she exclaimed. Lucas’s laugh was bitter, almost deranged.

“If you've got nothing important or sensible to say, I suggest you leave my office, Ms Isabella. I've got a whole lot of work to do.” I let out a short laugh. “I am affiliated with one of the top tech firms in Los Angeles, and I came all the way down here to see if we could reach a common ground, Mr Blake. I'd rather you calm down and listen to me before you hurriedly throw the baby out with the bath water.” “And what common ground might you be referring to?” he asked. “Clarissa. Your wife. I want to know what happened with you both,” I said. “And why should I share my business with you?”

Even Clarke was a little stunned and Dexter was simply pissed at his father's generosity to the girl. The huge doors opened and she could swear she knew who it was before she even looked at him because she could feel that laser gaze boring holes in her head and his presence always dropped the temperature of the surroundings. He was just too intimidating. The beast of a man prowled with a powerful gait as he quietly took his seat opposite Dexter and Clarke. "Good evening," Clarke greeted in a sweet tone. "Evening," His reply was in a cold, clipped tone. The maids served them food and they started eating. The king conserved with the princess and Fiona got to know she had an elder brother as we

She cackled and intentionally stepped on my feet. I groaned in pain and managed to stand up. “Alpha finally dumped her for me, and now she's salty,” Tracy spat out. “Brianna, you have to see her face when he rejected her. What a silly goof!” She hissed. Brianna shrieked excitedly, flashing her hands in the air. “Wow, Lena, you are really done for. You can't keep a man, you lost your mom, and your father couldn't even live long enough to take care of us. You must be bad luck,"

Clarke didn't accept my pointing at him either, so he gave me a fierce look. Addison wanted to say something to me, but Mr. Clarke said it first. "If only you hadn't bothered her, I wouldn't have done that!" Hearing him say that, my temper rose again. "I could have broken you, Clarke." My tone of voice sounded very cold. Mr. Clarke seemed to smirk at me. "You think I don't know you're trying to destroy my family business. You've always been like that, pretentious and above it all. You think you're smarter than everyone, but you're a loser."

Despite her clumsy start, her persistence was admirable. “Alex? Why are you up? You should rest more,” she panted, bending over to catch her breath. Clar was nearly 1.7 meters tall—considered tall among females—but beside Alex’s 1.9-meter frame, she seemed small. As she bent forward, a stretch of pale skin was revealed, soft curves like snow-covered hills. Alex flushed instantly. Noticing his strange expression, Clar quickly pushed him back toward the cave. “Your leg isn’t fully healed. Go rest.”

Clarke and Annalise had a baby girl in March. They named her Elara. She was tiny, fierce, and had Annalise’s eyes and Clarke’s very unfortunate sense of timing. She arrived during an investors’ meeting, causing Clarke to bolt out mid-pitch in a full suit and no socks. He still got the deal. Their wedding was set for the day after ours. A joint celebration. Something about Clarke wanting to “optimize logistics” while Annalise claimed she just didn’t want to be outdone by my dress. I loved her for that.

Velma suggested. Valko let his wolf take some control but not all. His eyes zeroed in on the red-headed beauty that was trying to whine on the man in the corner. “Who is that?” He demanded, pointing over to where Clarke was trying to throw it back on Lazarus. His wolf wouldn’t take his eyes off her. He wanted to go to her and do nasty, sexy things to her. “That’s Clarke, one of Miranda’s best friends. Why?” Velma inquired.

Better yet deadly. “Try me,dipshit. My woman ask you to leave.” “And who do you think you are? I am Matthew Sterling. My family owns New York, pal. By the time I am done here, you’ll be begging for scraps by the streets.” Clarke responded with a dark laughter. “Asshole, you want to talk about power? My name is Clarke Vann Walton. I owned this fucking country and Sterling is nothing against us. I think I do recall who you are? Didnt your dad begged my brother for some campaign money this year? I wonder... if he knows you are harassing Daniel’s future sister in law, I'm dying to know who between us will be staying in the street after this?”

Their hands are not leaving each other. Beckham, who had been watching them, cleared his throat, pulling their attention. "Time over, sweetheart, it's time to get started." Clara couldn't comprehend what Beckham meant by his words. She could only look at him while thinking of how she'll escape the hell out of this place with her friend. "Since our deal is done, can you let her go now?" Clara scanned through Beckham's face, waiting for his response and ready to punch his face if he tries to disagree with their already made deal.