Santa Clara Remote Appearances Novels & Stories

I'm confused, "Who?" "The current Angelica," Delilah confirms. "We call her Angel, because she isn't really Angelica now is she." "There's more," he adds. "He's got clones all over the world ready to be launched at any moment. It's part of his bigger plan. According to this," he scrolls through the document, "These clones can be activated remotely. I'm not sure what the remote activiation does yet but..." Closing my eyes, I rub my temples. Thinking back on my childhood, I try to remember if there were any moments where my safety came into risk. Other than the Steele family curse, there has been no opportunity to make this kind of a switch.

He gave her a brief smile, then said calmly, "Can you wait in the living room, Cla? You can use my phone or call Anthony using the laptop. Everything is there." Clara felt embarrassed as everyone was staring at her, so she quickly nodded, "I'm sorry for disturbing you all." She turned around and walked as fast as she could. She heard conversations behind her. Oh, it wasn't conversations. It was Lucas' voice giving orders—some sort of plan for something. Clara caught bits about something happening tonight, a helicopter, and some other things.

She pretends to browse, fingers trembling over spines she can’t read. Through the glass, she sees him. He doesn’t come in. He just stands there. Watching. Waiting. Her phone buzzes again. Alex: Do you see him? She types with shaking hands. Yes. Alex: Don’t move. The man outside lifts his head slightly. Their eyes meet through the glass. He smiles. Then he turns—and disappears into the crowd. Clara sinks against a shelf, breath coming fast. Her phone rings. Alex. “I’m almost there,” he says, voice tight. “Stay inside.”

She looked at Noah, then at Julian, Marcus, Leo, and Luke standing behind him in single file. Her sharp blue eyes went wide with complete, terrifying recognition. She didn't run, and she didn't call the security guard. Instead, Clara Vance slowly reached into the pocket of her white lab coat, pulling out a heavy silver remote control–the exact same design as the digital vault drive Noah had found at Pier 14. "I knew William's sons would show up eventually," Clara said, her voice smooth, icy cold, and devoid of any emotion. She raised her hand, resting her thumb over a glowing blue button on the side of the device.

Empty. Just 1 laptop. On screen: `You are late.` `Uploading final batch... 99%` Kira pulled the cable. It stopped. But Ghost wasn't there. On the table: 1 note. Handwriting: `Thanks for the 25M.` `Next target: YOUR HOME.` `-G` Damian's phone rang. Clara: "Bro, the house CCTV got hacked. It's live." --- _DAY 794: 5:30 AM - THE HOME FEED_

Julian yelled. He was vanishing. His legs were already just a cloud of blue dots. He reached for her, but his hand slipped right through her arm like he was made of smoke. "If you break that remote, this version of us dies! Your parents... you’ll lose them forever!" Maya glanced at her father under the lemon tree. Aris Rossi was smiling, but his eyes wouldn't move. A butterfly landed on his nose, and nothing—no blink, no twitch. He wasn’t her dad anymore. He was more like a statue made from faded memories.

It was cold, functional, and lined with security screens displaying real-time satellite feeds of the Atlantic. ​Clara sat at the central steel workstation, her fingers resting lightly on the holographic keyboard. She had changed into a fresh, dark cashmere sweater, but her skin still held a trace of the Atlantic's pale chill. Around her neck, the black diamond choker was a dark, elegant contrast against her skin, catching the purple light of the monitors. ​Suddenly, two massive, heavy arms slid around her waist from behind, their grip so sudden and tight it made her breath catch.

he asked carefully. Matteo’s jaw tightened slightly. “For now.” Clara almost smiled at the reply. Almost. She picked up another document from the table and slid it toward Luca. “We’ll also need controlled sightings,” she explained professionally. “Not too many. If it becomes excessive, people will think it’s staged.” Luca nodded while reading through the notes. “Dinner appearances?” he asked. “Occasionally,” Clara replied. “One or two public outings. Nothing dramatic.” Matteo looked unimpressed already. But Clara ignored him deliberately.

"Turn over the envelope. Now." I don't move. I grip the ledger tighter. "Or what?" "Or I hit 'send' on a leak that will make the Utility Assessment look like a bedtime story." She taps the screen and turns it toward us. A live feed. High definition. A medical facility. A room filled with monitoring equipment. Claire's private wing. The $10 million Castellano trust facility. "I have remote access coordinates. One command, and your mother's ventilator fails. Backup systems disabled. Alarms suppressed. She'll be dead in four minutes."

Before Celea could reach the door she was hugged by Claus from behind " please just please don't go. I can't have you gone once again just please stay with me I can make it better I promise" Claus was beginning at this point " I see…. living as a normal person is not possible" said Celea before teleporting out of Clauses arms And she was gone