로그인Claire
The dinner table was magic. It literally reminded me of the good old days with dad, my mum and me.Laughter and conversation bouncing across the room, overlapping in the kind of messy, effortless way that only long-time friends could manage. Plates clinked, glasses were lifted, and jokes were thrown around like a game of catch. It felt nice to finally witness something like this again.I sat quietly, absorbing it all.I wasn’t much of a talker, espClaire's POVThe entire campsite had fallen into silence, the only sounds being the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of crickets. Inside the luxury tent, the steady breathing of the girls signaled that they had all drifted off into sleep. Shawty had knocked out almost instantly, Whitney had grumbled about the hard pillows before eventually succumbing to exhaustion, and the others had been out before I even crawled into bed.But sleep? It refused to come to me.I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling of the tent, my mind restless. Maybe it was the unfamiliar setting. Maybe it was the lingering thoughts of the blackmailer and the uncertainty hanging over me like a storm cloud. Or maybe it was just one of those nights where sleep felt like a distant dream, teasing me but never quite arriving.Letting out a quiet sigh, I carefully peeled back the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed. My phone screen glowed softly as I
Claire The silk of the duvet felt cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the languid warmth that still lingered from sleep. My fingers scrolled aimlessly through the endless stream of curated realities on my phone screen, each image and snippet failing to truly capture my attention. A sigh escaped my lips, a silent testament to the dull ache of boredom that had settled over me like a heavy blanket. This "luxury room," as they called it, felt more like a gilded cage at the moment.Just as I was about to toss the phone aside in defeat, a soft chime echoed from my earbud. Jace.A small, involuntary smile tugged at the corner of my mouth as I tapped the tiny button to answer, a sense of anticipation fluttering in my chest. His name flashed across the screen, but the voice that filled my ear was instantly familiar, a low rumble that always sent a shiver down my spine."Kïttên," he murmured, the possessive lilt in his voice a sec
Claire The teachers called out the names, and one by one, our "representatives" were chosen. Whitney. Shawty. Celine. Two other slay queens whose only experience in a kitchen was probably ordering food from an expensive restaurant. The realization hit immediately—none of them could cook. The other team had a mix of sporty and brainy girls, all of whom at least looked like they knew their way around a kitchen. Meanwhile, our side? A total disaster waiting to happen. Then Jace’s voice cut through the noise. “If you all don’t want to embarrass yourselves, then just let Claire do it. Add her on the list.* Silence. I stiffened as eyes turned toward me. My first instinct was to say no. I hadn’t signed up for this. But before I could speak, Whitney rolled her eyes dramatically. “Of course, you’d say that,” she scoffed, crossing
Claire’s POVThe place was beautiful—almost too perfect. The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting golden streaks over the open field, making everything look soft and warm. The trees swayed gently, their rustling leaves filling the air with a quiet melody. The scent of fresh grass mixed with the distant aroma of wood burning, probably from where the campfire would be set up later.I took a deep breath, stretching my arms out as I stood in place, soaking it all in. The slight chill in the air was refreshing, and I already knew I was going to love it here.A sudden burst of laughter caught my attention."Zara, what the hell?!" Shawty’s voice rang out, playful yet exasperated.I turned my head just in time to see Zara throw herself onto the grass, rolling like a kid who had just discovered the pure joy of being outside. She giggled uncontrollably, arms sprawled out as if she were making a snow angel on the ground.Shawty sto
Jace’s POVThe bus rattled along the road, the soft hum of the engine mixing with the low chatter of students. I sat stiffly, arms crossed, gaze locked on the window, counting down the hours until this trip was over.Beside me, Whitney shifted in her seat. I could feel her eyes on me, the way she kept glancing, waiting, expecting something. When she realized she wasn’t getting it, she huffed under her breath.Typical.I ignored her, keeping my focus on the passing scenery.Another minute passed. Then another.She snapped.“Are you seriously not going to say anything?” she demanded, her voice just above a whisper but laced with frustration.I barely blinked. “About what?”She let out a sharp breath like she couldn’t believe I had the audacity to ask that. “Are you really that heartless, Jace? You don’t think you owe me an apology?”I finally turned my head, meeting her glare with a bored express
Claire's POVThe morning air was crisp, a soft chill seeping into my bones as I swung my feet out of bed. I sat there for a second, rubbing my face, still cocooned in the lingering warmth of sleep. I didn’t want to get up. I didn’t want today to start. But it had to.I sighed and pushed myself to my feet, stretching my arms above my head before getting to work. My suitcase sat half-packed in the corner, my laziness from the night before biting me now. I crouched in front of it, folding the last of my clothes and stuffing them in before zipping it shut.The weight of the trip settled heavier in my chest.I did the things a lady needed to do in the morning and after that, I grabbed my luggage handle and stepped out, rolling it behind me as I stopped in front of Jace’s door. A frown tugged at my lips as I knocked."Jace, let’s go," I called, leaning my forehead against the wood for a second, still groggy.No answer.I
Claire’s POVJace and Alec were at each other’s throats, and I was done.The tension between them was thick enough to choke on, every word exchanged like a hidden threat. Jace was relentless, and Alec? Amused. Too amused. Like he enjoyed watching Jace lose his mind over somethin
Jace’s POVThe second Claire stepped into the car, I was already moving.I pulled my hoodie over my head, swung my leg over my bike, and started the engine. The low, rumbling purr blended with the night, smooth and controlled—just like me.I kept my distance, following
Claire's POVWarm lips brushed against my skin, slow and teasing, pulling me out of my deep sleep. At first, I thought I was dreaming—until the soft kisses trailed higher, from my calf to my knee, then up my thigh. A small shiver ran through me, but instead of jerking awake in alarm, I c
Claire’s POVThe drive home felt surreal.My body ached in places I’d never felt before, and my mind was a chaotic mess of emotions I couldn’t even begin to sort through. I could barely believe it. A guy.... someone who was supposed to be my soon-to-be stepbrother had taken ever







