Clarke moves forward, “You telling me you are Christine Carrington's sister? Like, legit sister?” “Yes, and why does that bother you?” She replied angrily. “No, it doesn’t. It’s just that, you two don’t even look alike.” She scoffed at him. “Yeah, and I heard about you and your twin too. The same face, different hair, and eye color so yeah, not all siblings look alike, idiot.” Ouch “That wasn’t necessary, you know? You come here demanding something but you sure don’t act nice about it. Is this how you handle yourself in a democracy?” “Speaks for yourself. Your feelings got hurt and by being petty, you literally throw a family to live on the street. Where is your conscience in that?” Clarke sighed. He couldn’t believe that he was stuck with handling Daniel’s issue and worst of all, his first time meeting a woman of his dreams other than Alissa is going really bad and it’s not even his fault. Life sure is unfair. “Look, as far as I know, Christine doesn’t have a sister. Let alo
Staring at both of his parents’ who was eating casually, without a worry in the world while sitting at the same table with Clarke who had met them the second time after making an entry about a few months ago was definitely an awkward occasion. They were first shock and a little angry with the fact that he might have come back just to bother Alissa and Daniel but seeing how both of them are okay with him now, his parents are okay as well.So much for mummy cooking while she sat there with her fancy polka dotted dress and her hair tied in a neat bun while their maids walking around them, refilling any plates and drinks despite Clarke just staring ahead and haven’t touched his food.It just didn’t feel good for him. It feels.... awkward.It all started when he enters from the front door and his father who sat on the wheel chair smiling and calling out to him to bent down and hug him. Again, an odd gesture seeing he wasn’t like that before but he had heard f
After a few days, Clarke finally finish his job and took a rest, just lying on his bed and let the Flat screen TV in his room switched on while he tries to get some sleep.He had taken a shower a few hours ago but he ended up flopping his body on his bed and lay face down. Exhausted with everything that has been going on lately.Him being alone in his room and not socializing with anyone reminds him of his fugitive days. He spends most of his times alone and unbothered by his surroundings. Ross and his children has thought that he was an introvert, prefer to spend his time by himself rather than mix around with anyone. If only he was...Guilt of ruining a girl’s life made him unable to enjoy his regular lifestyle of just going to parties and hang around with his friend getting hammered and forgetting how his life sucks despite being super rich compared to most kids in America.He was never prim nor he was proper. He prefers bikes than cars, tattoos more
Clarke has rented a room near a nearby 5 star hotel and if anyone were to ask El, it was ridiculous knowing the price of renting a room per night almost reach up to $500 so despite telling him that it wasn’t necessary, he was adamant and wanted to spoil her after having a rough day.As promised and ordered, Jeremy’s team has put back everything to where it belongs and apologised to El while Jeremy was fired from his management seeing his boss is Clarke’s family friend.Speaking of Clarke, he had lied to her about who he was, making her believe that she was dealing with his twin brother instead. Nevertheless, he was a great help and thanks to him, Marsha’s foundation will continue to exist for years to come.She sat on the couch, facing the TV while Clarke is dealing with a server outside of their room. She leans her back on the couch comfortably but winced when her left hand brush on the couch.
Clarke went to the same bar where he last met Christine and with how red his cheek was; he decides to wallow in his pain through a bottle of whisky. Ignoring the flashes of light and woman calling out to him there, he began to feel tipsy and his eyes becomes somewhat almost, blurry. Objective finally achieved. The bartender in that club has known him for months and served him the same thing every time he goes there. All he ever does when he sees Clarke is smile and shake his head every time he becomes drunk. As Clarke leans his head forward in defeat, facing the counter, he felt a hand curled behind him and over his shoulder. He slowly moves his head, feeling annoyed at whoever decides to get all touchy with him, and ended up smirking. It was Markus Renly. His old pal and longtime friend of the Walton family. “Girls problem?” The curly blonde hair, blue-eyed man says to him. He wore a simple shirt and a leather jacket that accentuates hi
Edited: Done. Thank you so much and I'm so sorry. I was using voice recorder, I didn't type and I was running out of time to upload so here it is. Again, my bad. English is not my 1st language so I hope yall still be okay with that😅🙆🏻♀️. Love, Diana. ... El was sitting on her couch at the comfort of her own, watching all three seasons of Strangers Things non stop. She sat there with her shorts and black tank top without a brassier on knowing she was all alone without anyone to see how scantily looking she was at that moment but nothing say comfort with a messy bun, her nerdy big square glasses, simple black catnip and pink shorts that ride up to her tie. The sound of fireplace besides her, crackling in the cold air but still giving her enough warmth to dress anyhow she likes. Despite spending hours and hours understanding the character ‘Eleven' and her cute romance with ‘Mike’. Even when both characters are just a kid, El herself wish she could put her feet in Eleven's shoe and
A/N: I'm getting weird comments in my post lately which got nothing to do with this novel. Oh, well. Nothing I can do about that. As for my wonderful readers, do let me know what you think about the story of Clarke and El so far. It really helps with the development of the story since I write them every day. I hope you will enjoy them very much. Thank you again.Love, Diana...“Are you out of your fucking mind? Don’t you have any thing decent to wear? Jesus Christ, he sees more of your skin than your clothes.” Clarke yelled at her, anger got the best of him and he almost regretted it until she see her chest puffed up and her nose flaring as angry at him.“Excuse me? I am in the comfort of my own home! I can wear anything I want or as little as possible. Hell, I can be naked if I want too and you have no say in that!”His kitten has claw. No, not a kitten, a tigress. Sexy, golden eye tigress.After Matthew fucking Sterling left and alm
A/n: Jesus Christ. My head is so dirty but I can’t help it. Clarke is oozing with so much sensuality, warmth and slowly pulling me closer to a world of ..... Fudge it! Below are 18+ scene like really steamy so you have been warned. Enjoy the chapter. 🌚 Love, Diana .... Clarke was in paradise right now. Every moment, every second of feasting on El’s body was a bliss he never thought had ever existed. It wasn’t like this with other women. They enjoyed sex with him and him feeling just okay about it but this, Clarke truly enjoys just even the foreplay itself, making her so aroused and keep on the edge while pulling her back and making her cry when he robbed her of her orgasm. Best thing about that was, he was able to keep her interested, pulling her deeper into the world of pleasure with him and only him. She always cries in frustration at one moment and cry out in pleasure the next. She would try to climb C