Stranger Things Mr Clarke Novels & Stories

The entire household was sad. Keira could not help but remember how uneasy she felt while waiting for the Prime Minister; it could have been her and her baby if Frida did not switch the hotel room numbers. Clarke came home later that night feeling the weight of the world. It’s just recently that he reached out to her, and then this happened. A despicable thing happened, and with all the security personnel he had, he could do nothing. That is the hardest thing to accept for Clarke, that thought haunts him even after the funeral.

“That’s not even his signature. Why aren’t you objecting?” Clarke didn’t look up from his notes. “We can’t prove that without forensics. It won’t help to interrupt.” “But you’re letting them crucify him!” He finally turned, his eyes cold and strangely empty. “Mrs. Wolfe, please. Let me handle this.” She stared at him, her pulse pounding. Something was wrong. She could feel it. He wasn’t defending her father. He was just… waiting. Hours dragged. When it was finally Clarke’s turn to speak, he stood lazily, adjusting his tie, and gave the kind of speech that sounded like a eulogy.

Clarke's face looked very angry when he looked at me. "Hayden." Addison's face lit up as if she had met her hero on a white horse. I saw Mr Clarke grab Addison's hand and hold it. Then Mr Clarke pulled Addison's hand so her body stood behind the man's back. Now we stood facing each other. I stared at Mr. Clarke with a piercing gaze. I obviously didn't like the man and never would. I knew from the start that he was after Addison. Mr. Clarke gave me a fierce look back. "How many times has Addison made it clear to you that she doesn't want to talk to you. Why do you still not understand, Mr. Saunders? How many times does she have to tell you?"

The food we were cooking almost burned because even Oliver was just staring into space. ​"Fuck!" he suddenly cursed. He pulled at his hair and gave me an angry look. "Clarke went ahead with the plan anyway, damn it! The demolition just started yesterday! Does Vareen already know? I'll fucking kill that man!" ​I fucking gave him a clear instruction to stop the demolition. I was about to throw everything I saw when we heard a car from outside. ​Clarke can't really be trusted with this. Why did he have to be the one for the partnership? I can't help but blame Dad for this. I calmed myself down and went to meet Vareen.

Floor-to-ceiling windows, black marble floors, and a desk that could seat a small family. And behind that desk, was an exceptionally looking man. He didn’t look up. Just flipped a page and signed something. Tall, clearly. Sharp jaw. Hair like midnight. Hands that didn’t stop moving. “I- uh, Mr. Hale?” He lifted his head at my voice. His eyes were cold, focused and piercing like he could see through my lace bra right to my nipples that were already slightly puckered. “Miss Clarke.” He stood. “You’re late.” “I–I was told eleven—”

Dmitri wished her could say the same, but he could not, so he simply nodded and hung up the call. Clarance was ecstatic. She had a chesire cat grin plastered to her face as she revelled in the knowledge that avery was gone. Avery quinn, the doctor that everyone loved and adored was dead. Clarance laughed. She would love to see everyone’s face when they found out that their beloved avery was dead.

Clarke put down the mirror and just as she raised her hand, she frowned and said, "Could you please lower your head a bit? I can't reach it." Mr. Clarke lowered his head and said, "I'm afraid that if I lower my head, my hairstyle will become messy." As soon as the words fell, Daniel Clarke's phone rang. He hurriedly said, "Here it comes, stop messing around, sit tight and get ready." Mrs. Clarke carelessly pushed Mr. Clarke’s hair back and quickly returned to her own seat. She picked up the support sign that Jayden had given them and placed it neatly between the two of them.

I must be dreaming, or mistaken for someone else like him,' She thought as she gawked at the tall man who had deep coldness in his face staring at her without a blink. "Haha! Meet Mr. Clarke the legendary New boss, that has gotten most of my employees' interest," Mr. Fin chuckled as he appeared in front of Beatrice from nowhere as he introduced Mr. Clarke to Beatrice who fixed his gaze on her without a blink. Beatrice froze in her spot, hugging the documents and files tighter than necessary, 'New Boss?!' Her mind screamed as she tried to pinch herself from whatever dream she had fallen into. 'Clarke? That name sounds familiar, Clarke!' She thought finally feeling her legs move as she pondere

“Really? Oh, thank God. I’m so happy for sir.” Then my gaze shifted to the man beside him. Something about him felt… familiar. I leaned closer to Mr. Leo and whispered, “Who is he?” He hesitated. “Ms. Clark, what…” All of a sudden, my mind drifted back to what they were both discussing before I came in. CCTV footage? Now I remember! But, my chest kept tightening as the memories resurfaced. “You… Do you own a club, sir?” I asked, my voice sharper than intended.