Todo Clapping Novels & Stories

No way to clean this up in time. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK."

My fingers work the clasp, my body going numb with every clasp. “Alpha, there’s trouble, “Theo, the beta announces, swinging the office doors open without knocking.

I motioned to move on to Feryt but then Clord took over the situation. “Hi. I’m Clord Ambrose Wilmington and I think you’re a very beautiful specimen.” He started to say. Feryt and I turned to look at each other. “It’s nice to meet you.” Clord said and stretched his hand to Anika for which she hesitantly took. They shook hands during which Clord smiled like a clown before pulling away and staring erect. I don’t think he realized how stupid he looked right now. “So, I’m Clord and I’m the Fists of this team.” He started another line now, evidently a lie to impress Anika. “You can call me whenever—”

I lowered my hand, resting both of them at my hips, while noticing his furtive glances toward where my fingers now rested. "Do you want to challenge me?" I made an upside-down triangle with my fingers, deliberately placing them in the area that had piqued their curiosity the most. "Maybe I’ll retaliate by issuing a counter-challenge. What do you think? If you accept, I’ll believe you have the courage necessary to take my place." "But master..."

I felt a little upset that he would be upset with me. “Oh, that’s an easy one. They disappeared for a while. To one of their other homes somewhere in another country, and a hundred years from now, when everyone has forgotten about them, they resurface with a new name and new identity, and the club is reopened.” He looked amused suddenly. “Wow, a hundred years?” I frowned.

Before I had a chance to speak up, Tyler interupted. ”She’ll be there, I'll make sure of it,” Tyler spoke. My eyes widened for a second but I quickly brought them down. Easing my incredibly jumbled nerves. ”Yay!” Clara clapped her hands and I gave her a stiff smile that didn't reach my eyes, but she didn't seem to notice. * *

I added. @Death Wish

I rebuilt the core. Countdown hit zero. I typed the last line. Black screen. The whole studio went dead quiet. Ten seconds. The main screen lit up. The judge's voice cut through—sharp, excited. "The winner is Clara Clermont!"

I feel a flutter in response. Ready.