Breakfast Club Claire Novels & Stories

What in the world happened to the Riley Anderson I knew up until a week ago? Claire was already in the living room scrolling through her phone when I came out. She was having breakfast of toast, enjoying her weekend in a way that even I could tell it was relaxing for her. She glanced up at me once then froze, before slowly lowering her phone in a dramatic way. “Hey Riley” “Yeah” I looked at her. “Did I perhaps miss out on something?” She asked. “What?” I arched my brow. “I doubt you missed anything” "Okay," she narrowed her eyes like a detective. "Then explain the sudden glowup.”

She couldn’t let herself dwell on what she had lost—or what had been lost for her. Breakfast was a small adventure. Alex insisted on pouring his own cereal, spilling half onto the counter, and Claire found herself laughing, wiping up milk with a patience she hadn’t known she possessed before. The chaos of the morning was comforting in a way she hadn’t expected. It was real, imperfect, and entirely hers.

3. HARRY'S P.O.V : I ring the bell to claire's door to give her breakfast, I got for her. Her favourite donuts, her 'lifeline' as she calls them. They were these chocolate overfilled donuts with sugar on top of a single white chocolate coated layer.i just don't get how someone could eat this , but this is claire, she is different. I smile at only thinking of her. But she doesn't opens the door. I ring the bell again. I think calling her but that would ruin my surprise.

A soft knock sounded on the door, pulling me from my thoughts. “Come in,” I called, my voice trembling just a bit. Claire entered with a bright smile, a tray of breakfast in her hands. “Good morning, Evelyn! I thought you might need a little energy boost before the big moment.” I glanced at the tray of scrambled eggs, toast, and a glass of orange juice. My stomach churned at the thought of eating, but Claire’s smile was too kind to refuse. “Thank you, Claire,” I said, taking the tray and setting it on the bedside table.

When I looked at myself in the mirror, I barely recognized the woman staring back. She looked tired. But there was something else there too. Resolve. --- Breakfast was already laid out when I entered the dining room. Of course it was. Clara believed in routine. In control. She was seated at the head of the table, poised and immaculate as ever, a cup of coffee resting delicately between her fingers. The morning light caught the sharp angles of her face, turning her into something almost statuesque. Untouchable. Liam was there too. My breath faltered for the briefest second.

She walked to the dining room to have breakfast together. "Good morning Mrs. Linn, Mr. Bond, and Uncle Joe!" Clara greeted politely. "Good morning," Joe replied. "Good morning Clara," Mrs. Linn. While Mr. Bond chose to remain silent. Glancing briefly and then focusing back on the food on his plate. Clara sat down and picked up her breakfast menu. She chose to eat bread with chocolate spread. "Clara, is today your last day of exams?" Joe pretended not to know. Even though he had marked and remembered today.

She smiled proudly at her niece's responsible actions. Claire walked to the exit, grabbed the car keys that she usually hung on the key ring cabinet on the wall next to the door and started to warm up the car. While waiting for the car to heat up, she walked back to the kitchen and prepared her own breakfast. Toast with a half-boiled sunny-side up egg. It didn't take long for her to finish her breakfast. After that Claire went back to her room to brush her teeth and then prepare to start her Monday which was definitely not relaxing.

Clara made breakfast as her two friends were horrible cooks. She made scrambled eggs, bacon and pancakes. Gina helped heat up the milk while Raya remained seated at the dinning, waiting for Clara to bring out the dishes. They had small conversations while eating breakfast. It was only then that Clara realized she hadn't made a call through to her mom since her arrival in Mystic Falls. Wiping her finger clean, she quickly walked to the living room, grabbed her purse and brought out her cell phone.

He didn't think he'd ever seen a woman with such long legs and also such large breasts in one perfect package. "Oh, hello, I'm Claire from Funky Lady. I've got an appointment with Belinda Phillips?" Claire said, surprised that Belinda's husband would be around. She'd thought that Belinda had wanted to make her purchases in privacy. After all, a lot of them would be for his benefit.

I moved quietly down the hallway, hoping I could find the front door without getting lost in this maze of a house or worse, running into someone. Especially that stronzo from last night. I had just reached the bottom of the stairs when a voice stopped me. "Gianna! You’re leaving already?" I turned around. Claire was standing near the arched doorway that led to another part of this stupidly big house. She looked glowing and happy, her hand resting on her stomach. "I have a long day," I said, "I have to get to the lab before my first lecture." "You can't go to school on an empty stomach," Claire said, walking over to me with a kind smile, "Come inside. We’re all having breakfast. It’s a beauti