Novel & Cerita Vera Claythorne And Then There Were None

“Bring them both back home. Now.” Ceaser went to Clara and gently touched her shoulder. “Miss Stone,” he said softly. “Mr. Thompson wants us to go back. It’s not safe for you to be here.” Clara, a ghost of a person, just nodded, her face wet with tears, her eyes hollow and empty. She got into the car, and they drove back to the Thompson estate, leaving behind the happy wedding, the perfect lie.

one of the press staff called out. “Charlotte Vane’s here,” Veronica said. “She has the original documents and the video statement ready for distribution.” Clara moved to the podium, her heartbeat steady. Around her, the world buzzed and clicked and murmured—but inside, she was silent. Centered. She looked up at the glass tower in front of her. Banks Enterprises. A monument to power, legacy—and deception. Once, she had looked up to it as a child, in awe of its grandeur. Now, she saw it for what it was: a fortress built on silence.

I'm typing a response when footsteps echo behind me. I run. The mansion is a maze when you're panicking. I take random turns, trying to get back to areas I know. Finally burst through a side door into the gardens. Right into Damon. "Clara? What the hell… you're covered in dust and bleeding…" "The archives. Helena was there. They were going to kill me." The words tumble out. "I found Margaret Chen's journal. She figured it out seventy years ago. Elara's been poisoning the mates, sabotaging the transformations…"

The city lights shimmered through the penthouse windows, casting soft shadows across the sleek marble floor. The air carried a faint hint of jasmine—Elara’s signature scent—mingling with the crisp night breeze slipping through the slightly open balcony doors. Elara stood by the window, a glass of wine in her hand, staring at the skyline. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts—Victor’s visit, the hidden threats within Thornfield Industries, and the war she was waging both in the corporate world and the underworld.

Dante's Pov I didn't realise my mate had left my side until I heard Sofia scream. I whirled around as I ripped out the throat of the rogue I’d been fighting in the same motion and my heart stopped completely at the scene before me. Vera was on the ground collapsed in a growing pool of blood that looked impossibly dark against the pale hallway carpet. Her body was shifting back to human form in jerking movements that showed that she'd been forced out of her wolf rather than choosing to shift back.

The anger simmered down to something manageable, a heat I felt but could breathe around. There was only one left, standing there, unmoving. I turned back, ready to rip through him, but then Vera roared and tackled him, knife to his throat, claws digging into his shoulder. I couldn’t be sure, but her claws looked… oddly like they were made of silver. I knew of no werewolf with silver claws. More importantly, hadn’t the pack all said she couldn’t shift? Something about it prodded at the back of my mind. A story I’d long forgotten attached to my mother’s face that still ripped me open more than it soothed me.

CHAPTER 137 Clara’s POV The television continued playing quietly in the background, reporters still dissecting the footage like vultures picking apart a corpse. One woman was currently explaining body language analysis. Body language analysis. As if she had personally been standing there with us. “As you can see, Clara’s arm appears to move forward moments before Florida falls—” Spencer muted the television again. This time with visible irritation. The room fell silent instantly. I sat frozen at the dining table while my mind tried catching up to everything happening around me. Even with the real footage sitting on Spencer’s phone, my body still hadn’t recovered from the panic attack.

He rubs his chest. Idiot! Doing that won’t soothe your heartbeat. Wait! Vampires don’t have a heartbeat. “A cat has nine lives, Orlo,” Amara giggles, still sitting on the high bench. She turns her head at me. “Verena sent Julia home, and she went to collect the registers.” She furrows her eyebrows. “Where is Dylan?” “He has an urgent matter to attend to.” I stand with my back resting against the edge of the bench. I glimpse at the dial. It's 5: 10 pm. “When did she go to fetch the registers?”

"When Zol captured you we had no other option but to change you. It was Steph, well it had to be Steph. Zol just triggered him. Look at these holes. It’s where Stephen bit you. It’s similar to Blaze but these mere holes soon turn into spots. But the bond mark by Blaze will be prominent as the sun. It’s like an arc carved on your skin. A permanent tattoo. When a Vampire turns you, the venom in your system blocks everything. It stops your heart. It stops your blood flow. Letting your body adjust to the change. Hence the answer to your question. You wont breathe anymore. Your heart wont beat anymore. You are reborn without a heartbeat. You... Are no more human". Zee held his hand. They were all