William X Clara Novels & Stories

Instead, it strengthened them. Emelia makes a beeline for her, and Clara gets up, ‘Young lady,’ she gasps. The likeness was so uncanny that Emelia could not stop but stare at her, ‘I’m sorry,’ she said shakily, ‘if I scared you.’ Clara stuttered, ‘I.. no.. don’t…,’ she cleared her throat, tears brimming in her eyes. It was now or never, ‘Would you and your husband mind sitting down with me..us, and hear me out before you leave?’

“Your father said the Benefactor promised restoration. What did that mean?” Clara looked down at her hands, clenched in her lap. “He said that after the ‘reset,’ the Williams legacy would need its original architects more than ever. That my ‘rightful place’ as a steward of the true legacy would be recognized. They weren’t just appealing to his fanaticism. They were appealing to his… paternal guilt. For failing to secure my future.” A tear finally escaped, tracing a clean path down her cheek. “They used me as a lure.”

Xander stood up straight and fixed his posture. "Great! Bring me with them. I also need to see the Head Master," Xander calmly said to those two. "I guess you are bringing them to his office, right?" Xander added. The two men just looked at each other as they communicated by locking eyes. "Sure, Master Xander. Follow us," one of the men said as they started to guide the three people to the office of the head master. While walking, Xander couldn't help but glance at the daughter of Giselle, Clarissa Hidalgo A.K.A Clara. He could see a little resemblance to Giselle, especially in her eyes, but the rest he could see a resemblance with him, especially in the lips. It was as if she had the lips o

the artist retorted, her expression defiant. "Girl! You don’t understand. We can’t stand up to her. She’s going to be Mr. Williams' wife, one of the most powerful men in the U.S. We can’t afford to upset her, or he’ll make sure we regret it. Don’t be foolish!" her friend warned, while Clara held her head high, proud to be with Alex. "Let her do whatever she wants! I’m curious to see what she’ll try," Clara sneered, giving the artist a disdainful look.

she screamed in the last part as she flung her hand into the air. "Oh my gosh, that is my baby she made it!" I yelled at the top of my voice as I gave Tricia another embrace. Now I will have to double my hustle so I can provide for all the necessary things she needs in school. "You have to see this Clara, Macmillan Walton is the owner of 'Drawing Academic' I never knew he loved drawing." She tried to open the magazine she was holding but I stopped her. I am not ready for her petty chat about her so-called billionaire at least not now I am not in a good mood for it.

Kaylee asked as she moved closer to Clara. “I don't know but I am glad you guys showed up.” she said with a smile and kissed Kaylee’s cheeks. Kaylee turned to Kaylen confused and he shrugged in response. ~ Xavier ran his hand through his hair as he drove, he couldn't believe what happened minutes ago. If their kids didn't show up, Clara would have pulled the trigger. He could have been dead. And what the hell did Clarissa mean by her ending everything right there? Clarissa wants him dead? He is not surprised she does, a lot really happened.

Clara wiped lightly at the corner of her eye. Careful not to smudge anything. Careful not to let it show. “She’s going to resent us.” The words came out soft. Certain. Williamson didn’t hesitate. “She’ll understand.” Clara shook her head slowly. “No…” Her voice broke just slightly. “She’ll survive it.” A pause. Then quieter… “But she won’t forget it.” Williamson didn’t respond this time. Didn’t argue. Didn’t correct her. He simply sat there. Still. Composed.

"You damn traitor! I kept that secret all these years. If you hadn't spoken up, she never would have known!" Fueled by rage, William swung his hand toward me. I tensed, ready to grab his arm, when a cold voice unexpectedly rang out. "Stop!" William paused, mid-swing, as Clara entered. She fixed William with a cold, sharp look. "How did you manage to find this place?" William paled and stammered, "When I went to the company to look for you last time, I overheard you on the phone with your assistant. You were getting a ticket to Parville to see him…"

Said Clara, biting her lower lips as she desperately waited for Xander's answer. "Sure, we should really work things out. How about I come pick you up and take you somewhere we could talk," said Xander with a wide smile. "Sounds good to me," said Clara with a smile. She placed the phone on the table before making her way to the washroom but halfway through the room, something flashed in her mind and Clara paused her steps, she stared at the window and then at the foot of her bed. It was as if she had forgotten something very important, she tried so hard to remember but nothing came to mind. So she let it go with a shrug and then she continued on her steps towards the washroom to take a bath.