Smallville Clark Novels & Stories

They were no where to be found, and I won't have kept looking untill I heard Clark's voice. "Congratulations." He said, taking Hayden's hands for a shake. "Glad you made it Mr Genaro. You see, every gifts comes with one as well." Hayden said. Clark smiled back, because he understood Hayden's language and what he meant by that. "Yes it does." He replied. "You should stop searching Sarah, they both left hours ago." Clark said to me. I didn't say a word, "Can I speak with you in private Mrs Smith?" I knew he said that on purpose because he wanted to piss off Hayden.

Clark, noticing our pause, spoke, "Sir, before I tell you, you must promise to release my son. As long as he's safe, I assure you, I will reveal Rory's current hiding place. I-If it's too late, I can't guarantee..." "You have no right to bargain with me," Atlas said, ready to turn away. I was nervous, unable to breathe. What would happen if we were too late? He's alive, but what if… Atlas's hand signaled me again, his expression conveying an air of invincibility. "Sir… Let Jarvis go. Sir, please…" Clark became anxious, crawling forward. He stretched out his skinny hands, tugging at Atlas's pants. Atlas glared at him, and Clark froze.

Clark walked up to me and stared right into my eyes before signaling to Aaron as well. He brought out his phone and showed me the call he had received the other day I had seen him. “Are we good now?” He heaved a sigh and I looked from him to Aaron whose countenance had changed barely communicating to me that Clark wasn't that kind of person. “But I…” I stuttered a bit trying to recollect what I had seen and the name I heard was different from what he just showed us. “Are you still doubting me? I saved you both Mary. Why would I want either of you dead? I thought we were one big family. I thought…I thought…we are…to trust ourselves no matter how awkward…the…the situation may be.” Clark starte

Clark P.O.V - Dream - Run! Just run Clark! You need to get away – I kept repeating in my head over and over again. I knew that they were out there and that I would likely meet the same fate as the rest of my pack … death! No! No! No! They were getting closer. I did the first thing my father taught me ever since I was able to walk, always run in a non-straight line, this will confuse anything that might be chasing you. I gave one last look behind me before all of a sudden I stumbled into something hard, making me fall down to the ground

He looks up from his book, his spectacles gleaming under the light. Clark was turned later in life, and his hair is mostly gray. Even vampirism hadn’t managed to fix his terrible vision completely, and he still needs spectacles to see. As a human, he worked as my father’s advisor before finally being given the gift of prolonged life. When I was a child, I used to see Clark as a foreboding, serious character with no sense of humor and no patience for little children.

At least, it was better than a coma or watching her die totally. At that moment, the door opened, and Clark entered the room. He smelt and looked better than how he had left. A fresh change of clothes and his hair neatly slicked backwards. In his hands were a cup of coffee, and then donuts. “Oh my goodness, you don't know how badly I've needed this, Clark.” I accepted the cup, then drank even though it was steaming hot. I swallowed the donut whole. Holy moly, I was hungry.

“Just say the word, and I’ll go and talk to him. Find out what he’s doing and get him to grovel.” “What?” I hold up my hands. “Slow down, Clark. You don’t need to do that.” “You think I shouldn’t go and tell the piece of shit that he’s a dick for cheating on my sister?” Clark cracks his knuckles. “I’ll make sure he knows that he made the biggest mistake of his life.”

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.

Clark’s voice came through, warm but cautious. “Is everything okay?” I swallowed hard. “Can you come over? Right now?” There was a short pause. “I’m in a meeting but I can leave…give me twenty minutes.” “Make it fifteen,” I whispered. He didn’t ask questions. “I’m on my way.” True to his word, seventeen minutes later my doorbell rang. I opened it to find Clark standing there in a charcoal suit, tie slightly loosened, concern etched deep between his brows. The moment he saw my face, his expression shifted from worry to alarm.

Younger, without the marks of age… but unmistakable. I felt my breath catch. Beside me, Clark froze. His eyes suddenly widened. “Impossible…” Daniel immediately turned toward him. “You know him?” Clark didn’t answer right away. He ran a tired hand over his face before murmuring: “Yes…” He swallowed with difficulty. “That’s Richard Lawson.” I frowned. The name meant absolutely nothing to me. “Who is he?” Clark still couldn’t take his eyes off the screen. His voice was more tense than usual. “He was my father’s lawyer.”