"The foreboding words on your arm" side-story. Clarke's mates are not to touch her when she is working in her club. Her mates agree to this, but they have something planned, as always. If they can't please her one way, they'll please her another way.

Clarke runs from her house, unable to be around the people that are supposed to love her. In the woods, she catches the attention of several very sexual demons that have every intention of having their way with her.

The very, very perverted mice will play. "The foreboding words on your arm" side-story.

Clarke's only source of comfort during a long period of her life, are voices on the phone, soothing her, as she tries to ignore the abuse she goes through from the house she lives in. But things take a...different turn. And Clarke learns not to be so trusting of a pretty voice over the phone.

"The foreboding words on your arm" side-story. And all they would subject to her? All they would give her, tearing the memory of her mother abandoning her to pieces? Would be pleasure. They wanted to give her everything. And they were going to give her everything, even if she screamed for them to stop the whole time.

"We should be angry," Kara said, "We should be so angry with you. Facing three people that powerful like that on you own?" "Well, what are you going to do?" Clarke asked, glaring away from Kara, "Punish me for it?" Then Elektra spoke, a smirk on her face as she said, "Only if you want us to."

"The foreboding words on your arm" side-story. All of Clarke's mates are well aware of how much Kamala hungers for Clarke. And they might as well take advantage, for Clarke's pleasure, right? Warnings inside fic.

"The foreboding words on your arm" side-story. For all their amorality, Clarke's mates had a very strong code of conduct. The strong code of conduct being? That Clarke was always to be pleased. Always.

The foreboding words on your arm side story. Clarke's mates introduce Clarke to a new mommy. Frigga is very pleased to meet Clarke. Warnings inside the fic.

Clarke is very familiar with her mates...forms of showing love to her. She supposes she shouldn't be surprised, therefore, when during a dinner, Clarke's mates and their servants all have one thing in mind: for her to ride each of their faces until she passes out.

Clarke Griffin suffers from memories of all her mother has done, her and her daemon both. But then three people who say that they were sent by witches, to see her come in. And perhaps open her mind to something different.

Natasha and Carol bring home two surprises for Clarke. A couple of pets, a dog and a cat. That's it. Just domestic fluff.

Clarke had been in a relationship with her police officer lovers for years now. Probably why whenever she came by the station, her lovers knew the routine well and are always ready for her...if you know what I mean...

"Office Plaything" side story. Just your average board meeting, you know? Switching a remote controlled vibrator on and enjoying the sight as an employee screams as she is pleasured. You know, just the usual.

Historical fiction story. It's the early 1800s. Clarke Griffin is to be married to a man that she hates. And she knows a way to stop the marriage. But it might just ruin her life. All she has to do, is join a party of what her society considers "sin," and let a few people do what they want with her. And this is where she meets Natasha and Steve...among many others.

Part of my story, "The foreboding words on your arm." Clarke wasn't surprised by any of what was happening. Just the usual taking turns pleasuring her. Too bad her mates didn't ask her permission. But that hardly makes a difference as Clarke is forced to be pleasured over and over again.

Clarke thought that she could get her mates, a pack full of extremely dominant alphas, to leave her, if she cheated on them. Unfortunately, both all of her mates, and the alphas that she is with for the night, to get her mates to leave her, have other ideas...

This was...business as usual, right? Except, Clarke didn't remember "business as usual," consisting of her being the one to be pleasured over and over again, to be praised over and over again. Wasn't that her job? hen again, these many dominant figures in her bed, seem to think otherwise as they pleasure her until she drops.

The gang of murderers watched as their prize sat down in their home with her young son. Everything was going according to plan. Soon, Clarke would begin to give into their advances-after a proper seduction, of course.

Clarke's mates will always give her what she wants. And they will always give her what her body wants. Even if she doesn't consent to it. Part of my side stories for my main story, "The foreboding words on your arm."

"How can we let her go?" Hela asked, looking at the screen, seeing where Clarke was seated, pain at the thought of not always being able to know where Clarke was. Clarke gives her mates a choice. And it's the only way for Clarke to heal. (Part of the vampire stories that I'm writing)

Clarke Griffin is more or less used to submitting to her police officer lovers. She likes it exactly like this. However, she gets curious and asks the question if she asked them to, would her lovers ever let her go. She gets a...troubling answer. Her response to their answer, is also troubling.

For the price of silence, Clarke would do whatever her blackmailers said. Even letting her blackmailers use her in any way they wished to use her. However, her blackmailers have more...romantic intentions. Which make it all the worse for Clarke.

Part of my "Foreboding words on your arm" side stories. It seemed like Clarke's mates and their employees, Kamala found Clarke to be far too tempting. It makes Clarke's mates suspect they chose Kamala well.

When Clarke catches the eyes of avatars of death soon after Clarke and the dropship come down, they decide to kill anyone that gets in their way and claim her as their wife and all decide to have their way with her.