The Clash Novels & Stories

​The air in Chloe’s apartment was thick with the scent of hairspray, expensive perfume, and the kind of rebellion that only comes when you’ve lost everything. Vivienne stood before the full-length mirror, staring at a woman she barely recognized. The high-necked silk blouse was gone, replaced by a sheer, corseted black top and leather pants that fit like a second skin. Her hair was tousled, her eyes lined with dark kohl to hide the remnants of her tears.

“The night Nate died, I had a meeting with Buzzer. He wanted to talk about problems he was having with the Reapers. They attacked the strip club, which you know, and eleven people died. Nate was one of them. The others were Reapers.” “Are you with those bikers? The ones that took over the club?” Klara asked him. “We’re friends, but I’m not a member of their club,” Jake said. “I’m not officially affiliated with any MC.” “They call you Wrath,” she said. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Klara, but I need to tell you something else first,” Jake said. “Okay.”

I shut off my computer before unlocking the door and Stacy appeared in front of me. "How come you can't wait for me to unlock the door?" I was angry to ask her. "Please accept my apologies, ma'am! But—-but there's a problem—- "She informed me with concern. "Once again, what is it?" I burst out laughing. "The Classic Clothing Apparel Co. has published their collection, and it turns out to be the same designs that we created," she said quietly, her head down and her gaze fixed on the ground. "What exactly are you waiting for? Please contact my secretary IMMEDIATELY "I yelled. She was terrified and bolted out from my sight.

My skin crawls at the thought of baring his disgusting mark. Crow's large toned body is almost identical to Trent's, and that makes my worry only grow. They are as even as my mate was to Gunnar. Trent attacks first, and Crow dodges in the nick of time. He swipes at the womanizer's black pelt but also misses. Trent strikes again and lands a hard blow to Crow's head. Crow stumbles, and Trent attacks. He claws Crow's face, and when Crow lifts his arm to block, Trent latches onto it.

This is so frustrating. None of them talked, so I plowed on. “I get your point, Kat. I know that you are only doing it for me. And I get you, too, Lu. I know you are only looking out for me, too. See? You both have the same good intentions. But the problem is that you both are clashing. How about you guys let me decide on this one, hmm? Since this is about me, let this be my call, okay? And when I need help and cannot decide by myself anymore, then that is when I call you both, and hear you two out. Sounds great?” They both nodded their approval, much like lost puppies.

"You know, Ms. Spitz, I wonder what you know about soldiers or the war which is going on outside of our current borders." I swallowed. "I know that in school that I was taught the snipers and the soldiers on the front lines are usually alphas." "Right you are. Solely alphas. This gives us a single species in which we are seeking to find some way to augment the aggression. My current objective is to find the DNA difference between the three that exist in a heirarchy in our society: alpha, beta, and the elusive omega. We want to use the hypothesis of finding this biological adaptation which differentiated the alpha men from the best of the betas in terms of their physique and their mating

The clash is immediate. Elio meets Orion in a burst of fur and force, their bodies colliding with a thunderous crack. Elio drives him back, claws scraping, fangs biting deep, and for a moment, I see Orion falter… just slightly, as Elio slams him into a mossy trunk.

“So what if you’re his crush? You still lose to people like us. “If you’re smart, go inside, kneel, and apologize to Fiona. Maybe Nigel would like you a little more.” Her arrogance made the word “crush” sound like a cruel joke. I gave a bitter smile and walked away without a word. That night, Blake came to the house. She already knew what had happened and was trying to get to the truth. “Unfortunately, the cameras at Fiona’s house were all broken. And since you weren’t with Nigel all the time, we can’t prove anything. Now it’s just Fiona’s word against yours.” She had even worse news to add. “Nigel’s been suspicious of you for a while. A month ago, he hired people to look into where you’ve b

The air crackled with anticipation as the battlefield became our shared hunting ground. Without warning, Zack lunged at me with a lightning-fast speed, his claws extended to rend and tear. Instinctively, I dodged his attack, my agility matching his own. We moved in a deadly dance, our bodies twisting and turning, each strike and parry filled with lethal intent. I swiped at Zack with my powerful claws, but he countered with a swift dodge, retaliating with a series of ferocious bites. The clash of our fangs and the sound of our growls echoed through the night, blending with the wind that whispered through the trees.

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND _ FOUR Clifford removed his phone from his pocket and texted an unknown number. "Close your eyes for five minutes, " he told them and walked over to the door. He returned with two men, twin kids, and two lawyers. Mary stood up to her feet, screaming at the top of her voice while she rushed to the man who held twin kids by his side. She hugged him passionately and sobbed in his arms. Henry stood up with his eyes and mouth wide open.