Clara Afton Fanart Novels & Stories

I watched them unpack from the shadows, already planning my limited strikes. Claire found one of Harper’s old drawings left behind in a closet. It showed a woman with dark marks around her neck standing by the water. Bella picked it up and declared it pretty. Michael laughed it off as kids’ art, but I saw Claire tuck it away with a frown.

Every second he waited felt like a life time and the air became thick because of the tension. Klara exhaled sharply taking a spare brush and turned to the painting. She added black pupils to Julia’s golden eyes making them radiant, after that she put that brush in the crook of her ear and took another paint brush. Her actions took Louis off guard and his eyes turned red seeing her posture. No way……she can’t be….. “No more hiding Fiona? Who are you?”

Others tilted their heads at Raffaele's frozen storm-clouds, caught between awe and melancholy. And there, near a waterfall print that spanned an entire wall, stood Ines. She wore a dress the color of twilight, simple yet radiant. Raphael’s breath caught. In that instant, the thought that had haunted him for months flared like lightning: he could not imagine a forest, a life, or a death without her. Near the center of the gallery, Falvio raised a glass of champagne. The crowd hushed.

He left the sitting _room immediately in Angers. Clara has been on the run for ten hours now. She did actually manage to find a place to sleep last night. And Now, it was actually morning. Wandering out of nowhere, she decided to enter the studio and perhaps hide there, so that people wouldn't see her. But she guessed wrong. All she could see at the moment was her picture printed on the wall and there were words written on top of it boldly "Wanted '' were the words written in her banner pictures Which were posted everywhere in the studio. She took a step backwards about to turn when someone grabbed hold of her.

She exclaimed excitedly. Clara’s fingers stilled around her fork, lips trembling. The last thing she wanted was to be all alone with Anya, not after what she had witnessed yesterday and how she had been caught watching. How could she joke about with Anya when the image of her moaning breathlessly was still etched in her mind? When every time she looked at Anya all she saw was the woman who had held her gaze seconds after swallowing her husband’s load. “I… I’m not very artistic,” Clara stuttered.

Clara carefully observed her surroundings. She was afraid that she would be discovered by security. She had never been a stalker before. To execute the plan perfectly, she gathered all of Jonathan's information. She wanted to make sure he fell in love with her quickly. Marble will return to her.

Clara stood up, transformed into a complete creature distinct from the one that had clawed Ella and her friends just days before. This creature's eyes were a piercing shade of red, and two long fangs protruded menacingly from her mouth, yet she still retained a semblance of humanity in her appearance. "Well, well, well. How many nasty creatures do you have inside you? I always knew you were an ugly bitch," Ella said mockingly, her words dripping with disdain. But Clara offered no response, remaining silent and unyielding.

And that fear made my blood run hotter. Clara… she looked different. She wore a long gray singlet dress that tied at her neck and left her back bare. The fabric was thin, almost see-through, clinging to her in ways that made every curve clear. I could see too much. But I don't care about her right now. My eyes stayed on Amara. She moved slowly toward one of the poles, her hips swaying with each step. Clara went to the other side, taking the second pole. I leaned forward in my seat, elbows on my knees. The music slowed even more.

It looked like Clara had tears shimmering in her eyes as her hands shook, holding her device like it was a live grenade. “Show me,” I commanded. My voice didn't sound like my own; it was a rough, jagged rasp that felt like it was tearing through my throat. Clara slowly extended her phone. She swiped through a few blurry images until she landed on one that stopped my heart. It was my mate and my cousin, huddled together at a candlelit table in the back of some dimly lit haunt. Their heads were practically touching. Adrian’s hand was clamped firmly over Aara’s on the table. They looked like they were sharing a soul-bond through their eyes alone.

she asked. “They... uh... she...” I stammered, completely tongue-tied. “I guess. They have the same hair, but one can’t be sure.” “I am absolutely sure. She’s the one. See?” Clara continued staring at the picture, completely convinced she had solved the mystery. “They look similar, but Elena is skinnier,” Ava argued. “Okay, let’s make a bet. One thousand dollars. To be paid when her face is finally revealed,” Clara said. “Deal?”