Santa Clara Remote Appearances Novels & Stories

Clara just covers it up by spending more and more time with him, practically living in San Diego most of the time, visiting him often, staying at his house, working in his office where they basically remodeled an office near Sebastian just to accommodate her. She operates her business by connecting remotely to watch and torture her brothers. She does it in jest just so they don’t forget her, orders them around, and appears on their video feeds and monitors whenever she feels like it to test out some of her programs and spy software. Being with Sebastian had opened up her “creating” side. She doesn’t agree with calling it her “creative” side because she claims there is no creative bone in her

A row of floating comments instantly swept across my vision. 【HAHAHAHAHAHA】 【You sure that was just WATER?】 My footsteps paused. …Wait. Does this have something to do with me? I lowered my eyes to the wolf fang hanging against my chest. No way, right? My phone suddenly vibrated. I glanced down at the screen and instantly straightened up before answering. “Yes, Alpha!” On the other end, the man’s voice was cold and low. “Clara Reed.” “You’re assigned to night watch at the mountain springs tonight.”

I pulled the phone away from my ear, tapped the speaker icon, and held it up. And then, I turned slowly back to the woman tied to the chair. And then I pulled the hood off. Clara squinted, her eyes adjusting to the light. The moment she saw me, her face showed how scared she was. “Merry Christmas, Clara,” I said softly, my smile sharpening. “Remember me?” There was a second of total silence on the line. Then Nolan’s voice burst through the speaker, sharp and confused. “What the fuck?”

I began to suspect that Golding Corp was selling Happy Capy merchandise instead. "Mel, please pour me a glass of warm water," someone said. The voice came from the lounge area. Mel? Yves sure didn't hold back when calling out to her. With a calm expression, I poured a glass of hot water and walked into the lounge. The moment he saw me, he became a little flustered. "What… What are you doing here?" "You're such a big shot that I even need an appointment to enter my own company." I sneered.

Almost on cue, the television suddenly switched tone. The same reporter from earlier appeared visibly distracted as someone off-camera handed her a phone. At first she looked confused. Then shocked. Even through the muted screen, I could see the shift happen in real time. The confidence disappeared from her face. The certainty vanished. She quickly touched the earpiece connected to her ear before turning toward the camera again. Spencer picked up the remote and unmuted the television. “—we appear to be receiving new footage regarding the alleged altercation between Clara and Florida.”

Her eyes burned with determination as she looked directly at Serena. Serena's smile stopped for just a moment and then returned, colder than before. "So be it," she whispered. "Then you leave me no choice." She reached into her briefcase and pulled out a remote control. "Consider this your final warning. I will activate the clone, and your world will fall apart." Before Elena could react the remote's red light began to blink. The sound of an engine roared from a distance, and Noah's phone buzzed with a message. It was from an unknown sender, similar to the earlier ones: "Time is running out. The clone must be stopped."

app, thousands of photos of her and Antonio traveling, laughing, and kissing. "Deleting... now," Jax said. On the secondary monitor, we watched the progress bar. In five seconds, the last year of Clara’s digital life vanished into the ether. "Now, uploading the Widow," Jax grinned. "And... sent. I’ve also triggered a remote haptic feedback loop. Every time she touches the screen, the phone will vibrate in a heartbeat pattern. Your heartbeat, V. I recorded it during your training." We waited. Through the hidden feed in the penthouse, we saw Clara pick up her phone from the vanity.

"As long as I'm sending you to the airport! - Meanwhile, Claire was watching the livestream from Aurous Hill. Tanya's masked dancer just left the stage, but she waited minutes before calling Charlie. He had left his phone on a dressing table, and as the screen displayed Claire's call, it meant Charlie couldn't see the missed calls while he was on stage. Putting a finger on his lips, he then answered, "Claire." Claire's heart sank right then, suddenly feeling flustered as she asked, "Dear… What are you doing?"

Murmurs of confusion. I shake my head, my amusement melting. “Oh, you poor, clueless souls.” My voice drips with pity. “Do you even realize what you’re saying?” I let the silence stretch before delivering the final blow. “Your so-called ‘Alpha Santa’—the one granting your wishes, giving you gifts, ensuring your survival?” I slowly lift my hand and point directly at Elijah, who stands rigid, his expression unreadable. “That’s him.” The crowd freezes. Elijah’s eyes widen just slightly, a flicker of something crossing his face before he quickly masks it.