Aaron And Claire Book Novels & Stories

“Yeah, I guess.” “You guess?” “I mean yeah.” “Is there anything you’re leaving out ?” “What? No, why are you being so weird?” “Because,Aaron.” She shrugged at him. “What?” “You stayed with Lily, in your dad’s house, I mean-” “Nothing happened, Clara.” Clara raised her brows as she stared at Aaron knowingly. “I’m being honest, nothing happened between us, I had just got her away from a rapist, she was raped, I wouldn't take advantage of her weakness.”

The sales lady asked. "I want this!" We told the woman next to me at the same time and pointed to that watch at the same time. "Is this the BOSS Velocity Black Men's Watch?" "Yes!" I frowned because we were still talking together. "I'm sorry ma'am but there's only one left." "It's okay, I went first--" "What? Excuse me, Miss? I was the first--" My eyes widened when I saw who that girl was... "Oh my god! It's you, Claire!" She quickly hugged me and was still jumping up and down like a child.

Claire ended the call and tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips. Two predators had just decided to hunt each other.

Like it was echoing through every nerve in my body. I knew this peace was too good to last. For four years, I built a life here. A quiet, lovely life. One where I wasn’t Lucas Blackwell’s wife. Just Claire. Just me. And now he was coming to my town. Or worse—he was already here. I looked toward Aiden’s room. The door was cracked open just enough to see the edge of his Cars-themed nightlight. He was still sleeping peacefully. Blissfully unaware of the storm that might be heading our way.

Then she leaned in and kissed Aiden right in front of me. My heart shattered. Completely. I couldn’t control myself anymore. I fell to my knees, crying so hard I could barely see. “Aiden…” I called, my voice trembling. “I’m sorry if I did something wrong. You didn’t have to punish me like this. I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll never talk about us again. Please don’t do this.” He looked at me, eyes cold and empty. “Go home, Claire,” he said quietly. “We were never going to last.”

William decided to pitch in, offering her a warm grin, "There's no need to hide it from us, dear, we know that you and Matt have been seeing each other behind our backs. We simply decided to speed up the process." Aunty Clara nodded. Her father laughed and her mother still had a calculative look on her face although it was masked by a grin. She returned her gaze back to Matt whose attention was still fixated on the ground. She shook her head in an annoyed manner and threw the napkin on the table. Aurora shot to her feet and walked away without another word but not before hearing someone say, "I'll talk to her." She didn't stop walking, not even when she headed the footsteps close on her heel

Get ready for your new role, Daddy. Love Always... Aria I stare at Aria, utterly speechless, and she nods at the other envelope in my hand, "Open it." Lifting the flap, I pull out what looks to be a black and white photo of what? I haven't the slightest clue. Aria must see my confusion, so she comes closer and points to the image, whispering in my ear as she does, "That's baby A, and that is baby B. We are having twins."

"I think the right question should be what would happen to you if you don't." That will do it! I gave up trying to antagonize him. His stern expression told me that he would hurt either me or Dawn if I refused to do as he said. The sunlight met us in this room as we rummaged through the dozens of files. I was practically inhaling dust with each file I opened. My hands were dirty and so were my clothes. Just when Kai was losing his patience, something caught my eye. It was a huge folder from the 90s that had several names inscribed on the first page. Dawn Holland was one of them.

This timeline, I've been so focused on escaping—escaping my family, escaping the marriage, escaping the death I know is coming. But what am I escaping to? What life am I building on the other side of December 15th? What happens after I file for divorce, after I get my settlement, after I'm finally, truly free? Who is Claire when she's not defined by what she's running from? The question sits heavy in my chest all the way home. Damien is in the kitchen when I arrive, unpacking Thai food containers. "Extra spring rolls as promised," he says, not looking up. "And I got you the drunken noodles. Spicy."

“Aaron doesn’t trust witches. A dark witch tried to come between him and Clara years ago. Almost succeeded. I stopped it, but he never forgot.” I exhale slowly. “So he’ll be… tense.” “Suspicious,” Dad corrects. “Hostile, if we’re unlucky. And their son is the same, and from what I hear straight-up player that doesn't care about matebonds.” Raven’s fingers tightened around her mug, her excitement fading into nerves. I slid my hand over hers. “Hey. It’s okay.” She glanced up at me, eyes soft but uncertain. “You’re going to be fine,” I murmured. “Clara will help. And Aaron… he’ll handle it. And if his son needs a kick in the ass, I’m happy to oblige.”