Clara Afton Novels & Stories

Sa puntong iyon, biglang hinawakan ni Berto si Aurora. Nagtinginan sila, at kalmadong sinabi ni Berto, “Hayaan mo na si ate Clara na palitan yan para sayo. Marumi na yan, nahulog sa sahig.” Si Clara, na nagbubukas ng sopas, ay napailing kay Aurora. Ang pasaway na babae, hindi nga kayang hawakan nang maayos ang kutsara! Hindi na naghintay ng sagot si Aurora, kinuha ni Clara ang kutsarang pangsopa at sinabing palitan ito, tapos yumuko at sinungkit nang masama ang kutsara sa sahig.

Habang pinagmamasdan siya ni Ayumi, isang tanong ang pumasok sa isip ng dalaga, Class reunion ba talaga ito o isa na namang entablado para sa show ni Hunter Velasquez? Ngunit ang gabi ay hindi pa tapos. Eksaktong lumapit uli si Clara, suot ang kanyang hapit na pulang damit na tila balat na nagpapakita ng bawat kurba ng kanyang katawan. Ang kanyang boses ay sadyang ginawang malambot at mapang akit, isang desperadong huling hirit upang makuha ang pansin ng makapangyarihang lalaki.

Clara was lying on the floor lifeless in a pool of her own blood. “Clara!!!!!”

"Mr. Hale, I'm sorry. This lady insisted on coming in, and we couldn't stop her—" I waved her off, signaling her to step out. My gaze moved past her and landed on a group of uninvited guests at the door. At the front of the group sat Clara in a wheelchair. In just a few days, she had become haggard, her face sallow and her eyes sunken. "Sebastian, I came to take you home," she said. I looked at her without a flicker of emotion, feeling only irritation at being interrupted while I was working.

Maybe she expected me to come crying, I was just confused at this point. “Can I see her profile?” I murmured out “Sure” Shaun responded and immediately swiped on his phone. “Dr Clara, a highly respected surgeon who has never had a failed surgery. A woman of zeal with a flawless record. Beyond the operating room, Clara is a business woman with a lot of landed property to her name. Despite her success, Clara's heart and compassion towards children remained strong. She owns and run an orphanage home where she provide shelter, love and education to abandoned children”

But the weight in my voice pushes her forward. She takes the phone. Clara's fingers feel strangely numb against the smooth glass. The first image loads instantly, it was Aiden and Gina. Too close to be explained away. His hand at her back, her head tilted toward his shoulder, the intimacy casual and unguarded. It was not posed but real. Clara’s breath catches, sharp and shallow, but she keeps scrolling. More pictures, in different places. A restaurant she recognizes. An apartment she doesn't have. Smiles she’s seen before, now rearranged into something unmistakable.

"The thing that is important is that the mark we saw in Hannah's and Bella’s necks was there in that person’s neck!" His eyes darkened, and his exclamations turned hard as soon as I revealed the information. "Do you want to have another attack from a vampire?" "I am not sure—Bryant has already died," I muttered, shrugging my shoulders, and told myself not to judge anything. I pulled out my phone and opened the article about the dead—the article was published this morning on the Internet. Jacob zoomed in on the picture, seeing the marks on the person's neck. "I am not sure, either, Aurora." He sounded.

"So how can I help you, Mr. Clifford?" Clarissa watched Brandon Clifford's striking blue eyes drift towards her chest and linger there. Disturbed, she glanced downwards and noticed the robe was gaping in the middle, revealing the gentle curve of one breast. Her cheeks warmed as she hurriedly pulled it closed and, once more, she was unable to meet his eyes when he spoke. "I hear you are trying to get on my island." Clarissa nodded. "Then you will know why." "Yes, you are investigating the murder of the American Sarah Elliott and her family in 1893. I saw you taking photographs of the island, this morning."

Jeri's angry tone indicated that nothing would stop her from exacting revenge on them. The atmosphere was charged with rage and fear as the two charming ladies stood silently, glaring at each other with skeptical brows. After a long silence, Aysel finally said, "It is obvious that you do not know what you are talking about. Because how are you going to make a deceased person regret what she did to you while she was alive?" “What exactly are you talking about?” Jeri was taken aback by Aysel's words. "Jeri," Aysel sighed heavily and shrugged." Just so you know, Aunt Clara was murdered in a hotel by an unidentified person. So… hmm…”