Lexa Clarke Novels & Stories

' I just laughed at their banter about their daughters, though it made me crave that future. Aura and I have kept contact with Blaine and Lainee through our shared link and I even opened one with Cleo. Once I'd remembered I was able to do it with Jacob, Ryan, and even Cristian, I opened a link with her. She said it had to be some crazy warrior thing, leading me to become more curious with what comes with being a Black Moon member. I haven't confronted Tate yet about my curiosity, only Blaine and Lainee. They told me to ask Tate's mother, who was apparently a keeper for the council and kept all their documents and books. She knew all the history.

“Sorry that I didn’t tell you but I didn’t go to Hank’s wedding, at the last moment they said I don’t know the bride wanted a private wedding.” I said and she sat down on the couch staring at Lucas. With his tattoos and stature, he looked like a mafia lord, no one would ever believe he works for the CIA. “Yeah, not the thing I am confused about.” She says as she extends her hand, “I am Danika, you are?” “I am Lucas, I used to work with your boyfriend a few years ago.” He says, completely shifting the subject, also assuring her that if he knows Jake, then he is probably not bad news.

My name is Kael Leonard, the only child of the late Alpha Frederick Leonard, except you'd count Ruby, his adopted daughter, as his child. I lost my mom at the age of fifteen. It was too painful for everyone, and everyone grieved at the loss because my mom was the perfect Luna. She was the heart of the pack, always there to provide comfort, guidance, and strength. Her presence was a source of solace, and without her, the pack felt lost and vulnerable. She had a way of bringing everyone together, fostering a sense of unity and belonging that now seemed fractured. Every corner of our territory reminded us of her, and the ache of her absence was a wound that time struggled to heal.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Maybe we will discuss that on our date but he hasn’t brought up the date again either. Danika, please don’t overthink this. I can’t wait to call Emily and tell her how everything went. I am a pessimistic person and it helps to have a person like Emily who is crazy optimistic when it comes to other people. I was brought out of my daze by a commotion happening outside my dressing room. I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me.

He leaned back against the brick wall, hands in his jacket pockets, looking at her like he was trying to memorize the way she moved. “Busy night?” he asked. She stepped closer. “Too quiet.” “That's usually when Daxton bites hardest.” She didn’t answer. Just reached into her jacket and pulled out the jump drive. “I have proof,” she said. “Claire Lexton. She’s involved in the legacy manipulation. And she knows who I am. Or thinks she does.” Eric stared at it. Then up at her. “You sure you want to go public with this before Gala Night?” “No. But I’m not waiting for permission anymore.”

She called again. I found my way through the crowd and stood next to her. We shook hands and nodded at each other. “So, those of you who weren’t sure, this is Leila Clarke and today is her birthday. Now Leila, I know this year has been a strange one to say the least. There have been a lot of highs and lows but that is not going to stop us. So, are you ready for your interview?” “Yes, Claire I am ready,” I answered as if I was on a TV game show.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

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.”

"You're early. I wasn't expecting you until next week." "My plans changed. I got bored of Paris." The woman—Lena—waved a dismissive hand. "But I'm interrupting. How terribly rude of me." "No, we were just finishing up." Clara stood and extended her hand. "I'm Clara Hayes. I work with Whitmore Fashion Group." "Lena Smith." The woman shook her hand with a firm, confident grip. "I'm an old friend of Julian's. We went to university together. I've been living in Paris for the past decade, but I've finally decided to come home."