Clay X Viva 소설 & 이야기

I bit my lips and tried my best to swallow down the lump forming in my throat. "So? What happens to me? I'm not going to participate in this competition?" Vera's smile brightened as she shook her head. "No, that's where you're wrong Claire. You will participate, but on another division." I blinked at her. "Another division?" She nodded. "I'll let Livia here do all the talking." As Vera spoke, I felt an imposing presence behind me. My eyes snapped back, and I felt Vera stand beside me. "Claire, I'd like to introduce you to the leader of the Cytokinesis Division, Livia," Vera said, gesturing to the woman, who stood in front of us.

Punk rock is too soft for Claire. Claire shrugs, her hands never stopping their brisk, efficient movements as she methodically mixes up her magical concoctions. It looks like she’s working on Monica's latte. “No worries. I thought Clay would want extra whip today. That’s why he’s got a dome lid this time." She glances at the tray of drinks she’s indicating and see that she’s done to her co-worker Clay a favor with a super generous glob of whipped cream that’s piled up well beyond the hole in the top of the dome. “You know I’m going to have to watch him lick that up like a dog with a pup cup, right? It’ll be downright obscene, and that’s before he tries to irk me by suggesting I could learn a

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Claudia replied. "What happened?" Ava asked curiously. "I am sure you know all about the Eternal Chaos. I was Lily's childhood friend and I joined her in creating the plant in that little getaway cabin in the forest." Claudia started to explain. "Wait a minute! Are you Claw?" Ryder asked. "Yes I am. Claw was her nickname for me, it was short for Claudia." Claudia replied. "So you knew that she had drugged Lavender?" Ryder asked. "Yes I was aware." "And you didn't say anything?"

"Really? That is the pathetic game you want to play with me? Denial?" "It is not a game, and I am not in denial about anything." I bent gracefully to collect the broken champagne flute, using the movement to steady my racing heart and buy precious seconds to think. "My name is Evangeline Northcrest, and I have absolutely no idea who this Seraphine person is supposed to be. Perhaps you have mistaken me for someone from your past?" "Evangeline." He tasted the name slowly, like poison coating his tongue. "How incredibly creative of you. Very sophisticated. Tell me, Lady Evangeline, do you often crash parties under false pretenses and fake identities? Is this a hobby of yours?"

Well, lizards with sunglasses and beer. Sixteen hundred miles south, Claudia threw her hands up and quit trying to pull a single word out of Silvia’s mouth. Good thing her mother joined them, with her tray full of brushes and colors to paint the clay mugs she’d just brought home from her ceramic class. Silvia kept the mate going in complete silence, while mother and daughter did some healthy catching up. She hardly heard a word they said, smoking like a damned chimney, her eyes nailed to her tablet by her hand.

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