Stranger Things Mr Clarke Romane & Geschichten

It didn’t look appealing to the eye, but it sure as hell would feel good once it got to my stomach. I saw something move in my peripheral and was relieved to have my friends show up. It wasn’t until I looked over, however, that I saw it wasn’t them at all. “You know, we really should have coordinated our schedules more so we could’ve…” I traced my eyes up those faded jeans. Up that worn leather jacket. The figure plopped down into the seat next to me, where Allison usually sat. I wrinkled my nose as his face came into view. Clinton Clarke. The high school asshole and overall ‘pump and dump’ station.

Good. "Excuse me. Let me take this call" Mom uttered walking away with her phone. A moment of silence fell between us. I was preparing to walk away when he spoke up. "So, nice meeting you again. Mr. Elise Parker" The way he say out my full name made me almost pissed. "And it wasn't nice meeting you. Mr. Elijah. You working here doesn't mean I will be nice to you. You should mind your business" I exclaimed. "There's no way I can do that. When I will be living here. In this house" I stared at him wide eyed. He'd be staying with us? Wow. Great.

The Johnson siblings congregated in Clara’s office upon Jeremy’s request. He wanted to show them something but was being covert about it. He was projecting the contents of his computer onto the large TV, and it intrigued them. Clara and Max were speculating about his presentation when the first pictures popped up, shushing them to pay attention.

Then, I went on to share some of the study methods I used. With a spark of enthusiasm, the reporter asked, "Which university are you hoping to attend after the SAT, Ms. Clarke?" "Quinver University," I answered without hesitation. "They have the most advanced physics laboratories in the country." "So this is what life looks like for a top student!" the reporter quipped, flashing me a playful grin. "Let's see what some of the other students are thinking." She moved on, scanning the crowd for her next interviewee. Despite being taken away by the police just two days ago and recently expelled, Lily still managed to stand out with her unkempt appearance.

Then they couldn't help trembling. "Ah! It hurts so much!" Humberto howled on the ground. He sounded so miserable. Lucas' face was as calm as water. He acted as though nothing had happened. At this time, someone came! They arrived a group of Gene Fighters who looked very extraordinary. Someone shouted, "Clarke family is here!" They all knew that Humberto was the nephew of Henry, the Patriarch of the Clarke family. Now the situation was interesting. Thinking of this, all the Gene Fighters could not help widening their eyes. Because they knew that the show was far from over.

"Adrian, it's good to see you again." I turned and found Mr. Harrison Clarke approaching us. One of the company's long-time investors, he carried himself with the confidence of someone who had spent decades navigating the corporate world. His gaze moved from Adrian to me. Then back to Adrian. A knowing smile slowly spread across his face. "Well," he said with amusement. "That explains a lot." I frowned. "What explains a lot?" Mr. Clarke chuckled softly. "For years, people have been trying to figure out whether Adrian Blackwood was seeing someone."

Ray POV “Tell me everything you found.” My voice came out sharper than I intended, rough enough to cut through the midnight silence of my office. The man standing across from me—a lean, gray-eyed investigator named Clarke—shifted uneasily, his fingers brushing against the envelope in his hand. He looked exhausted, like he hadn’t slept in days. The circles under his eyes told me this wasn’t just another surveillance update. “Alpha…” He hesitated, then stepped closer, lowering his voice. “You were right to ask me to dig deeper into Zane.”

Clarke gave Derek a hostile glare at the sound of the question,his nostrils flare outwards with rage as anger thrummed through his veins. “Who is Robertson Audrey??!!”he asked while marinating in resentment. “Would you let go of my neck let me speak??” Derek whose skin was flushed in red and had veins protrude his forehead pleaded under his breath. Clarke lets go of him when he felt Derek's life leaving him. “Fucking hell!!" Derek squeals in pain as he hold his neck as though preventing it from falling. “Baby.... Robertson Audrey is a fucking blackmailer” Clarke turns away from him in resentment...he wasn't falling for his lies.

Clarke smiled the moment she saw me, and then her eyes went soft. “Sup homegirl? Who died?” She asked. She grabbed her chemistry book from her locker and then slammed it shut. “Your face looks all depressed and edgy. Did Stanley call off the date? I will break his face.” She punched the locker door. “No,” I sighed, leaning down to grab the earphones from off Roger's head. “I'm moving.” Clarke's mouth dropped open, and her chewing gum fell to the floor. “No!” “Yes,” I replied, shrugging my shoulders and trying not to cry.

Alan had told me that he won't be home tonight, until tomorrow morning. So who could it be? As I opened the door, my stomach dropped. Mr. Clarke stood there, flanked by six of his men. They stepped inside without an invitation, and I backed away instinctively. “What are you doing here?” I questioned with my heart in my mouth. "You've seen things you shouldn't have," He said, his voice cold and smooth like ice sliding over stone. “And there's only one punishment for that." He added creepily. My mouth went dry, but I forced myself to stay calm. I couldn't let him see my fear.