Luz Clawthorne Novels & Stories

"Thank you!" Secretary Carmen waved to Clara and went off. Clara saw her get into the official car and the driver led the car away. She closed the door behind her and opened the employment letter, her name was written boldly on it as a registered employee of CRUZ enterprise. Clara couldn't contain the excitement, so she called Ella who was still at work. "It's here!" Clara said. "What's here?" Ella asked. "My employment letter, it's here!" "Oh, my sweet potatoes! I will be home in some minutes' time. So wait for me!" Ella said and cut the call.

Her eyes are completely black – no whites, no irises, just two solid, liquid voids that look entirely demonic. I freeze, my survival instincts screaming at me to run, but Victor places a steadying hand on my lower back, guiding me forward. “Claire,” Victor says warmly, stepping past me to plant a quick, familiar kiss on her cheek. “I brought the latest investment from the coast.” The woman smiles, the terrifying effect of her black eyes softening instantly into something genuinely warm and welcoming. She steps around the desk. “Leia Thornwood. We’ve been anticipating your arrival. I’m Claire Lester, Mistress of the Academy.”

Once I get my hands on Carlo, I would spill his guys and watch his blood coat the ground with pleasure. "Boss!" I glance at Lorenzo whose eyes are trained at the entrance with his face pale as sheet like had just seen a ghost. I follow his gaze and when it meets the person he is looking at, I am on my feet in an instant. "Your wife is here, boss." • Lilith Fury encumbered me as I ran my fingers against my neck, feeling the sting of where Rayne had his hands on. I will break you, Lilith. I should have known that this marriage was too good to be true. I should have known Rayne De Luca would never settle for a truce.

Chloe demanded, her voice echoing sharply across the empty room. Pacing back and forth near the unlit fireplace, she shot him a venomous glare. She wore a sleek designer dress, diamond earrings flashing in the dim light. To the rest of the continent, she was the beautiful, powerful Luna of the Royal Pack. Behind closed doors, she was nothing but a political warden trapped in a miserable, hollow marriage.

I caught a small glimpse of it but only for a sheer moment before it disappears as though it evaporated along with the mist. "Purple eyes." I mouth in disbelief. What more is the way he flawlessly disappeared made me question his kind. I've never seen a wolf with purple eyes and that only leads to the fact that he's on the Lycan's side... or that if he was embedded with witchcraft. But just the thought of anything that gives a hint of being a Lycan ambushing us like this and right inside our very lands pisses me off. "Luna." Claude wraps my cloak around me while helping me up.

Lyra Thorne stood at the center of the South Wing solarium, her long black hair flowing around her like a mane of midnight. She was no longer wearing the mask, and she was no longer hiding her aura. The room was filled with a soft, pulsing violet light that seemed to emanate from her very skin.

Just hers. The door opened. Alvin stepped in, still dressed in his tailored charcoal suit from the morning’s meetings. His gaze softened the moment it landed on her and the babies. “You look beautiful like this,” he said, voice low. He crouched beside her, one large hand resting on her thigh. “Working again?” Chloe smiled up at him, warmth spreading through her chest. “I submitted three pieces to Lumière Boutique this morning. They’re doing a showcase for emerging designers next month. I used my mother’s maiden name on the application. No connections. No… leverage.”

Chapter 5 CLARA The Moonlight Pack gates stood before me, exactly as I remembered them. My heart hammered with anticipation as I smoothed down my dress—emerald green to match my eyes, cut to perfection to showcase the body that had cost me everything. ‘They won’t even recognize me,’ I thought, a smile playing at my lips. Clara Wren was dead and buried. In her place stood Liora Rivers, beautiful beyond measure, powerful beyond their comprehension. I could already picture their faces when they realized who I was. Damien’s shock. Sage’s jealousy. The pack’s guilt and terror as they understood what they’d unleashed.

It was something else making him restless. Walking beside Zoriana was Aella, her best friend, whom Clayton knew well. He had always observed her with a hint of jealousy toward Alpha Fabian. But then he saw the woman next to her—the most stunning woman he had ever laid eyes on. She was tall and athletic, with long, midnight-black hair. She looked like a warrior princess—mature, confident, and regal. When she turned and her magnificent amber eyes met his, his wolf let out a deafening roar.

she said, trying to reconnect it with firm resolve. "I am Claudia Evermore, a scientist. I'm 37 years old." The screen flared with the same devil signal, and a stronger, punishing surge of electricity shot through her body.