Luz Clawthorne Novels & Stories

I said. "Why?" Maxwell asked. I wasn't expecting him to ask. I was expecting Clay to ask that question. I guess the whole warming thing had softened him. "That bitch is too much work. She is rude, arrogant and impossible to deal with. I can't deal with her shit. She also has a sense of entitlement. She didn't even say thank you for the stuff I got her. She is a grade-A bitch." I complained, and Clay began to laugh. "She is a Valkin Alpha's child, Lucian. What did you expect?" Maxwell said.

Lyra was in front of her when the spotlight slowly became bright. Lyra started dancing around her and Catherine was Lyra’s support whenever Lyra had to spin on her one foot or if Lyra will lift her foot up. She was captivating as always and then when Lyra was tiptoeing away from Catherine – there was a red clown appeared behind Lyra. Catherine’s eyes widened and then Catherine screamed to warn Lyra but it was too late. The clown had lifted Lyra and Catherine run after them but it seemed endless. It was as if she’s only running at darkness but she saw that the light was fading and the clown had this creepy grin. Catherine was already crying and sobbing.

Sera had this boastful smile on her face like a kid. “Oh my fucking God… she’s a goddess” Luiz finally with an exaggerated gasp. I’ve never really acknowledged my looks but this at moment I thanked the Moon goddess for it. That only means that Luiz didn’t recognize me as I had thought. What’s with these people and being dramatic? He stretched his hand and we shook hands. “Am Luiz, the most handsome guy in Scarlet” Monna burst into a trail of laughter and I couldn’t help but smile. “ don’t mind her Monna, she’s a psycho,” Luiz said while rolling his eyes which earned him a smack on the head.

Taking Kate’s hand I squeeze it, as I turn to the woman. Moving forward she moves forward to me wrapping her arms around my waist. I stand there paralyzed before I put my hands on her shoulders to push her away. “What is your name?” I ask, “I’m Louise, I just arrived here yesterday,” she says. “Where did you come from?” I ask. I’m so confused, I can only ask stilted questions, “I came from the Harvest Moon Pack,” she replies.

“These Hawthornes?” Displayed on the screen is a news article featuring a striking image of Althea and Clive, poised and elegant at what appears to be a high-profile charity gala. Dressed in impeccable fashion, they exude an air of sophistication and influence. A contrast to the soft and emotional people I'd interacted with earlier. Printed in bold letters above the image is the headline: “Billionaire Jewelers Clive & Althea Hawthorne Set New Industry Record as ‘GemsThorne’ Becomes World's Leading Luxury Jewelry Brand.”

I climbed onto the rock and stood beside her, following her gaze across the valley below. What if you don’t have to fight? You know Cato is his mother’s son right? On the surface of it, he’s a lot like Alpha Loren, but deep down, he has the Luna’s values. Things will improve after December 20th. She set her marvellous amber eyes on mine. Can you promise that?

“Have a professional look at that, but it should keep your blood on the inside for the time being.” “Thanks, love,” Declan said, and rose to his feet. He was stiff, I could tell, but his muscles rolled and flexed under skin that had almost no fat on it whatsoever. Something about him was magnetic, and I wanted to stay close. Patrick, of course, had other ideas. “Come on, Claire,” Pat said, “I’ll take you home.” ~ * ~ Patrick held my bloodied sweatshirt as we headed back to the pick up truck. I couldn’t help but scoff. “So,” I said, climbing into the passenger’s seat, “my bar is connected to your underground fight club, or whatever.”

The Subtle Pivot Chloe Bishop was practically vibrating with a violent urge to grab Lulu by the shoulders and shake some structural intelligence into her. What was the point of holding onto a toxic, arrogant man of this tier? He was utterly useless! But before Chloe could storm across the floorboards to intervene, Lulu delicately adjusted the three broken stems in her fingers. "However," Lulu continued, her voice maintaining its soft, rhythmic cadence, "I think I prefer the grand, luxurious bouquet currently resting in Zoe J.’s arms much more."

A raucous burst of sound cut me off before I could make my confession – raucous female laughter and a familiar name shouted in utter shock. "Lucas?!" We both whipped around toward the source of the noise, twin expressions of dismay crashing over our features as we took in the absolute last person on earth I wanted interrupting this moment. There, striding directly toward our table with a look of utter disbelief on her stunning face, was a woman I would never be able to forget after endless months of seeing her image splashed across every tabloid cover. Chloe Quinn – daughter of New York's multi billionaire and, if rumors were to be believed, Lucas Anderson one-and-only, even if he refused to

But his eyes—the sharp, silver-gray eyes that had once terrified boards of directors—never stopped moving. "You look like you're hunting, Julian. You’re supposed to be celebrating." He turned to see Clara. At thirty-two, she had become a global icon. She was dressed in a gown of midnight blue that seemed to shimmer with its own internal light—a subtle nod to the fiber-optic tech her company had pioneered.