Smallville Clark Novels & Stories

Back in the villa… Clark went wild after Damon and Nyla had left, smashing everything in the living room. The service staff cowered in the corners, waiting until Clark finally stopped and stood still before approaching him. "Mr. Sumner, you're hurt. Let me call a doctor to bandage your hand!" one of the maids said. Clark glanced at his hand, seeing blood dripping from it. His expression remained blank as he replied, "No need. I won't die from it." The maid tried to say more, but Clark's cold, terrifying gaze silenced her immediately. At that moment, Clark's phone rang. Upon seeing it was Michael, his face darkened as he answered.

By the end of the meal, she had a general understanding of the place. Just like she had guessed, Clark had been in the military before the apocalypse. Clark wasn't stationed here. After the outbreak, he fought his way back from the distant Western Division, crossing miles just to find his wife. After rescuing her, he stayed and built a survivor base from scratch. With his strength, leadership skills, and the natural authority he carried as a former soldier, he became the base director without much resistance. Step by step, he built the place into what it was now.

He knew how to do things quietly. Clark hesitated for a moment. But then he remembered David’s face on the television… the way he had said, “I love my wife.” Clark’s eyes turned cold. He pressed the call button. --- Across the city, in a dark bar, Vance sat at the counter with a drink in his hand. His phone vibrated. He glanced at the screen and smirked. “Clark,” he said softly. “I was wondering when you would call again.” He picked up the call.

"I did something terrible with one of the soldiers." Clark Kent stops, a sudden, massive bulge rising violently against the front of his trousers, his upper lip covered in sweat. "Not now, Rodolpho. I have a meeting with Sam Lane about the Crown Syndicate District." "Look at your pants, Clark," Rodolpho Simmons says, staring at his husband's massive hard-on. "The mere mention of my confession has your little cock ready to burst. Do you want me to be a whore for the crew?" Clark Kent doesn't answer; he just pushes past him into the hallway, his face flushed with dark excitement as he flees the house.

Grabbing his hand when they crossed the street. For one stupid hour, Clark had let himself believe maybe something had changed. Then Sora appeared. He should've known better. By the time he finally came home, the loft was quiet. Jimmy and Evan were nowhere in sight. Lana was curled up on the couch, scrolling through her phone. She looked up the second the door opened. "You're back!" Clark didn't answer. He kicked off his shoes and headed toward the hallway. Lana jumped off the couch and followed him.

He smiled radiantly, and pecked a kiss on her temple before he whispered back, “Always and forever, my little freesia.” As soon as Xandar returned his sights to Whitlaw, he caught Mr Clark quickly averting his gaze right after looking at his mate, so he muttered, “If this trial takes too long, Clark is not going to survive it. I’ve been wanting to gouge his eyes out since yesterday.”

I said as I looked around for Kaysen. "Call me Clark son, Mr. Richardson makes me feel old, and I haven't even reached my fifties yet. What do you eat if you don't eat home-cooked meals? You don't look like you're starved or anything. If you stick with Kaysen, you'll most likely gain a few pounds; she and her mother love to cook. As you can tell by my midsection here," Clark said as he put his hands around his plump belly.

well at least. Only a few minutes later, Clark felt a wave of panic bolt through him. He stood, taking a few deep breaths to try and calm himself down. Nothing had startled him and he couldn’t hear anything happening nearby… Then his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach and Clark jumped up hastily to reach for his phone. He and trivia were always so in sync with each other, they could often feel the other’s emotions or thoughts trivia’s phone kept ringing until it went to voicemail and Clark ended the call with an angry growl. He had been away from home on a trip away for a week he was to return the very day yet he wasn't pleased at twist events

Fenella’s POV While whispering those sorry words in his ear, I still hugged him tightly. Clark's hunched posture made it easy for me to whisper in his ear. He hugged me tightly, as if I were going to leave him forever. He was still crying, and his tears wetted my shoulder. I don't know why, but I understood Clark's feelings. Just like Lloyd, who also hoped to be treated seriously, even though he was younger. Just like me, who really liked Laird.

Back in the villa… Clark went wild after Damon and Nyla had left, smashing everything in the living room. The service staff cowered in the corners, waiting until Clark finally stopped and stood still before approaching him. "Mr. Sumner, you're hurt. Let me call a doctor to bandage your hand!" one of the maids said. Clark glanced at his hand, seeing blood dripping from it. His expression remained blank as he replied, "No need. I won't die from it." The maid tried to say more, but Clark's cold, terrifying gaze silenced her immediately. At that moment, Clark's phone rang. Upon seeing it was Michael, his face darkened as he answered.