William X Clara Novels & Stories

"Mrs. Clara, don't you think you're saying unnecessary stuff here?" Kiara looked furiously at Mrs. Clara, but Mrs. Clara crushed off her words and looked at Veronica, "we all know young master Xander is someone who is highly popular among women, I never thought you would bring a second hand useless woman as your daughter-in-law, Mrs. Rodriguez!" Mrs. Clara thought things will be same as in Brown's family and she can easily humiliate and insult Arabella just like always, but the person right infront of her is Veronica but not Mrs. Brown.

"Were you imagining your night with that cheap whore? What's her name? Tell me how amazing she is, then!" "That..." William cursed silently as his tongue went numb. "There are always many women who come after me, you know?" "Yes, I know," Clarissa nodded quickly, her hair shifting with the motion. "And the one thing I know about you is that you never let them touch you! You never go to places like that without a very good reason or a serious problem!" William fell silent and let the ticking clock fill the void. He drew breath repeatedly, stealing glances at Clarissa and clenching his fist under the desk.

he said. “Carter,” the voice answered. Max stiffened on his seat. He turned the car to the side, screeching against the road into an hasty halt. “Are you already on your way?” “Don’t fuck with me William,” he answered through gritted teeth. He quickly recorded the call and connected it through the station. Max had also sent his location to the Chief. “Where’s Claire?” “Oh! Claire Martin, or Clarrissa Mallow, right?” William chuckled darkly. “She’s here with me, lying peacefully and sleeping soundly. You know, I just called to inform you that I am already fucked up right now.”

I reluctantly moved to the door, and opened it, revealing the infamous Clara, who was always a constant topic of sola's conversations. "Hello, Mr Williams." she said in a soft, seductive voice. "Hi, miss...?" "Clara. Clara Odeh." "I frankly do not have any idea why you're trespassing on my property, but I—" "The least you can do, Mr Williams, is to let me in so you can hear me out?" she replied, cutting my sentence. I sighed and turned back in, giving her room to come in. I went behind my table and sat on my chair, glaring at her.

" Clara was smirking but from inside she was furious because of how Ramos rejected her in front of others. She was humiliated and embarr*ssed, which is why she decided to use her ultimate weapon, her father. Clara noticed Ramos's expressionless face and her smirk widened at thinking that now he'll realize who she was for him but surprise to her, Ramos jerked off her hands from him and kept them inside his pocket before giving her a deadly glare, leaving her surprised. "Ms. William, I was being polite to you just because I respect your father, but I never thought his daughter would be this shameless to cling to me even after getting rejected. I have tons to say, maybe aloud in front of everyo

William stepped forward slightly, voice warm. “You’re welcome here, Mrs. Ray. Always.” My mother looked at him—really looked at him. And for the first time, her expression softened into something like genuine warmth. “Call me Clara,” she said. William blinked—just once. Then he smiled. A real smile. “Clara,” he repeated gently. And something inside me unwound completely. William cooked again—because he insisted it was a gesture of respect, and because my mother seemed both startled and impressed watching an Alpha move through a kitchen like he owned it.

Clara retorted softly with a creepy sly smile. " What do you mean?Were you pregnant and Xavier killed your baby ?It's impossible!There's no way I'm believing this shit. How did you even arrive at a conclusion like this? It's very ridiculous, Xavier won't do something like that, believe me." Glory struggled her shoulder, she shook her head vigorously refusing to believe Clara's claim.

They sit at the big table in my office and look at all the papers I have. “This is good,” Maria says. “We have proof that Clara Vance and the Harris family were partners. Now we need to find their families.” “I already found Wren Harris,” I say. “She is William Harris’s great-granddaughter. She lives here in the city.” “Good,” Maria says. “We need to talk to her and her family. We also need to find Clara’s family – do you know where they are?” “Quinn is Clara’s daughter,” I say. “Her aunt lives in another city – we will call her today.”

"I don't want his money. I don't want anything from him. He left us. He let us struggle while he—" "He didn't leave." Clara's voice was firm. "He was pushed. There's a difference. And I need you to understand that before I go." "How do I even find him? I don't know anything about him. I don't even have a picture." Clara was quiet for a moment. When she spoke again, her voice was softer. "Finding him might not be as hard as you think." She paused, her eyes searching Ella's face. "He was Xander Black's father's closest business partner. Their families were intertwined for decades. If you want to find William Reynolds, start with the Blacks."

Behind her was a smirking Willam, his gaze locked on mine as he rammed into her. Clara, with her eyes closed and mouth in a little O, had not seen me yet. For a full minute, I listened to her moan sweet nothings to William, saying how much she loved him and needed him. All the while, William’s eyes were locked on mine, mocking me. He was a billionaire. He could have had her anywhere else in his wealthy world. But no, it has to be in her apartment. It had to be at that particular time. Just so I would see.