Rudolph X Clarice Novels & Stories

Their days were plain and ordinary, but also very fulfilling, that was until he met Clarice. With the help of his father, his power struggle with Roland had reached a tipping point. It was at that opportune moment when Clarice’s father saw something in Roland and planned to wed his daughter Clarice to him to join up their families, which was a cause for alarm for Decker. He stressed over it for an entire night before approaching Clarice himself the very next day. Clarice quickly caught feelings for him as well. Furthermore, Roland had been foolish enough to reject the Houston’s proposal, which made it easy for Decker to swoop in and take her hand.

After glaring at Woody, Otto put on a polite expression and said, "Please, Dr. Clarkson, go ahead." They entered a room where the white-haired Rudolf was lying on the bed. His face was even paler, devoid of blood. Slow and shallow, his breathing was akin to a flame in the wind, and his body was unusually weak.

The extremely gory scene almost made her pass out. “Alex, you... A-are you really Alex Rockefeller? “I-I... Why do I f-feel that you don’t seem to be like him?” Alex looked at her and said, “I’m sorry for shocking you. But we haven’t met each other for years. There are great changes for sure, right? Clara, it’s getting late now. You should drive home to rest early! I guarantee that this guy won’t come to bother you anymore.” Clara was startled for a while before saying, “Are you guys... going to kill him?”

“All it takes is one word from you. One step back toward me. That little therapist won’t even matter.” Adriano caught her wrist before she could wander lower. His eyes burned as he forced her hand away. “That life is dead, Clarance.” His voice was as cold as ice. "And I met Martin Roosevelt, your lover." "The Adriano I remembered would take me without caring if there was any other man," Clarance said. "That is the Adriano I fell in love with." "You are crazy," Adriano chuckled dryly.

He leaned forward, smirking, “ for what it’s worth. I noway allowed Ethan merited you. ” I smiled awkwardly and jounced. I climbed out of the auto and was incontinently embraced by my pater . “ Oh, Clara, I ’ve missed you. ” He moaned. I heaved and breathed in the familiar scent. He pushed me back and scrutinized me up and down. “ Whatever you were doing over in England, it’s done you good. ” He noted. I chortled and agreed. He does n’t need to know the full extent of why my internal health has done a complete three- sixty. “ Mr Harding, it’s nice to see you again. ” Leon approached us, holding his hand out. My pater

The air thickened, charged with the scent of her vanilla perfume and his cologne. Fred stepped closer, his hand brushing her arm. "Looks like we're stuck. Power outage from the storm, probably." His touch sent sparks through her, and she didn't pull away. Instead, she met his eyes, seeing the hunger there, the same forbidden desire she'd hidden for so long. "Clara," he murmured, his thumb stroking her wrist. "I've watched you every day. The way you bite your lip when you're nervous. I want to taste that lip. I've wanted you for months."

Brandon Rodriguez, another name of death and danger. Everyone fears him. He is a cold-hearted Mafia boss. He has no Mercy for anyone. He gets, what he wants. He only knows to kill, he loves when the world fears him, he loves guns and hates the word "love", until she came. Claire Brown, another definition of innocence, is a pure soul and only knows to love everyone. She can't stand violence, unaware of the dark reality of society. But one fateful day, everything turned, when the ruthless mafia boss lays his eyes on her beautiful innocent eyes. Something intrigues him and he decided to make her his.

Narrator Long Residence Clarissa was scrolling through social media when her friend, Lucy, sent her a video. “Is that Roland?” she sent a message with the video. Clarissa frowned, then loaded the video and opened it. Looking at the scene of Roland dancing with some lady, she frowned. Roland always acted so distant with her, but here he was dancing with another woman. “Who is she?” she sent a message to Lucy. Lucy replied immediately.

Clarissa flatly rejected and demeaned the man when they met for a date arranged by their parents. Clarissa immediately found a seat. Rosita had mingled with her friends. Clarissa chose to sit in the corner. She didn't want to meet anyone. Not five minutes sitting, Rudi came to her. "Good evening, Miss." Rudi greeted warmly. His voice was firm, heavy, authoritative. Directly predictable was not a random man. Clarissa turned. "Night, Mr. Rudi." "We meet again. Is this a coincidence?" Rudi smiled slightly sarcastically. He would never forget Clarissa's humiliation of him that night.

Zander's gaze didn't linger on Rodolfo for long before he mocked, "Your taste in men is still as outdated as before." Clara pushed her long curly hair back from her ear and said, "Zander, speak more politely." Zander averted his gaze and took a step to the side, "Since we've run into each other, come in and eat together." Clara was about to refuse, but Zander squinted his eyes and said, "Professor Sanford, you haven't met the Farley family yet, have you?" Clara suddenly laughed, "Okay, let's eat together, sorry for the interruption, Mr. Reid."