Lexa Clarke Novels & Stories

I watched Lucian's press conference from Mia's laptop with my heart in my throat as he stood before those reporters and declared his love for me to the world. The man I'd walked away from to protect was now risking everything to defend me. “Lexi Carter is not the villain in this story. She's a journalist who has spent her career fighting for truth and justice. She's someone who makes me want to be a better person, a better leader, a better man. And if loving her is a crime, then I'm guilty as charged.”

he asked, his chin settling on my shoulder so we both looked out at our territory together. "Everything," I whispered. "How far we've come. How different things are now." Below us, Lexa emerged from the training hall, her long dark hair braided down her back, silver eyes bright even from this distance. At sixteen, she moved with a grace that reminded me of water flowing, purposeful yet gentle. She was beautiful, wise beyond her years, carrying herself with a quiet strength that drew wolves to her.

"You think you can take me down with a few recordings? I have the best legal team in Manhattan. I will bury you in litigation for twenty years." "You don't have twenty years," Lydia countered. "You have twenty minutes before I send this file to the District Attorney. Unless, of course, you sign the release for the Clarke-held debt and leave this building. Now." She watched the realization sink in. Lucas Clarke, the man who believed he was the smartest person in any room, had been outplayed by the woman he dismissed as a 'translator.' He looked at her, and for the first time, he didn't see a widow or a prey. He saw a peer. A rival. A woman who was capable of the same cold-blooded calculation

Alex and Jessica both were warriors and were dedicated to the Pack. Lacie went with black leather pants, a lace black top with a cami underneath and black heels. Lily was sporting a green leather mid-thigh dress with short sleeves and black ankle boots. Monica was all black – black mini skirt with black corset style top and black heels. I chose my signature black skinny jeans, black tank with my black leather jacket and black leather heeled boots.

That's why I followed it and ended up at the front door of the Marcia Information Guild, then I cut the scene right there to make sure that there will be no more information about me that the emperor will be able to see. “How?... Why do you have that kind of…” he asked and can’t seem to form a question to ask. “I would like to introduce to you the master of Marcia Information Guild… Clementine Whistleton, our master and yes, I am also one of the people from that guild,” Leo told his majesty. “You are their master? It’s no wonder that the two of you seem so close,” the emperor said. “But can you tell me where my daughter is?” he continued. I stood up, then looked at him fiercely. I took the p

I text Lex {NICK - Hey sis how do I tie hair? 5 minutes later she replies {Lex - You freaken woke me up for this?} {NICK- Come on Alex, I will give you the Jackson Case?} {Lex - Fine... She a wake or sleeping?} {NICK - Sleeping her hair keeps going in her face as she sleeps} {Lex - Oh okay... So romantic... I did not think you had a romantic bone in you} {NICK - ALEXIS GRACE JACOBS} {Lex - That is my name}

He murmured. Huh? I looked at him confused. What the hell is he murmuring about? Is this a way of diverting my attention? No way that’s happening, what he did and said was wrong and it’s not acceptable.. no, not with Christine who looks at him like a god always. “Please just stop, everyone is looking, Lexa.” She begged, coming close to me. I turned to look at her to say a big no but she spoke up first. “I need to use the restroom beta.” She excused herself, looking at me with pleading eyes to let it go.

Lorenzo: She came out later than expected. The city lights threw thin gold lines across the glass walls of the firm, catching the edge of her dark coat as she hurried down the steps. Maxine Lewis, lawyer, spy, the fragile thread that tied my sister’s scheme to the Alpha’s house. Though she was not the only one, I will admit that I still find myself impressed by my sister’s influence, she was the most useful to me. I was waiting beside the car, hands in my pockets.

"During the day, Leah's audio recording video caused quite a stir. In the afternoon, the Dawson family said that you would immediately come out and admit that it was you who had fabricated it." Lena's mouth twitched, and besides Randy, she blocked the rest of the Dawson family. Clara took out the car keys and waved them in front of her. "The car coming towards you is the one below. I'm in a good mood tonight, do you have any thoughts? I can drive and take you there, I am the champion of free fighting." Clara had a sense of freedom and nonconformity, which made her the type of older sister that younger brothers would adore. She had such a strong presence that it was impossible not to be drawn

After about ten minutes he was finally done. “I see. Thanks. Keep me posted on any more developments.” “Yes, Alpha.” He said and ended the call. “So?” Clarke said. I turned to him. “Your cousin is making waves.” I said to him, “And not in a good way.” “Eliza or Clarissa?” He asked, already looking drained. “Clarissa. She’s creating some sort of weaponized Aconite.” He looked alert now, “I’m sorry, what? Weaponized Aconite? Why the fuck- why would she even do such a thing?”