Breakfast Club Claire Novels & Stories

“Don’t start with your philosophy nonsense.” “Fine,” I said cheerfully, tying my apron. “I’ll just start with caffeine. For both of us.” Claire appeared from the back room, her hair in a messy bun that somehow still looked like a magazine spread. “She’s been like this all morning,” she said to Kurt. “You should be grateful. It’s terrifying, but also kind of productive.” I shot her a look. “Productive is my middle name.” She grinned. “Pretty sure it’s actually Chaos.”

After receiving such a dress from the man of her dreams. I tried the pair of stilettos and they fitted perfectly. Finally I have another pair of heels. Chase, I am really lucky to have you in my life. As my breakfast:bacon,sausages and eggs warmed in the microwave, I texted Claire the address to come over with her make up kit so as I could look pretty for Chase tonight. "Oooh my God!Is this Chase's apartment?" Claire widened her eyes in shock, the moment she got into the apartment.

It is already time for lunch and yet she's still in her room watching. "How odd, he is not here. Do you have any idea where he could be?" Claire asked while realizing how dumb her question is. "I don't have any idea. I just got here." She stared at him for three whole seconds and finally asked. "What brought you here anyway? I wasn't expecting you to come here at this time of the day." Claire left the room and went to the kitchen to cook lunch for herself. Simone followed her then. "Oh, yes! I forgot to tell you that tomorrow will be your first day as my assistant."

There are a few different flavours. I pick one up and take a bite. It tastes amazing. ‘These are delicious.’ I say, reaching for another. Claire takes my hand away from the food. ‘Let’s wait till everyone gets here.’ She smiles. ‘You know maybe you should consider becoming a chef?’ ‘I am hoping to open a restaurant one day.’ She says, opening the fridge. She hands me bottles of soft drinks. I set them up on the table and walk over to a cupboard and take a few stacks of cups and place them near the drinks. Claire stands back and looks around with hands-on her hips. ‘What am I missing?... Music, of course.’ She runs into the loungeroom and turns on the stereo. ‘Everyone will start arriving any

She asked not giving the brunette a chance to respond to what she said. "My name is Claire," the housekeeper replied, then she started preparing the eggs and bacon, while she was trying to ignore the tension between her and Nate. It felt awkward for she sitting and waiting for her food, back at her house even though they had a chef, she liked to assist in the making of the food, in a few minutes Claire was done, she had to give it to her she was quite a good cook, the eggs were fluffy and the bacon was nice, Claire put a cup of coffee beside she and it was actually nice.

Mary snapped at him. I groan, letting them know that I was waking up, so they would stop talking about that asshole. I didn’t want anything more to do with him. My stomach growled as I fully woke up and realized that it was lunch time. I looked at the clock and sighed. Dinner and Breakfast had been ruined thanks to everything that had happened in less than twenty-four hours. “Wow, I love her hair. I’ve never seen anyone wake up beautiful!” Mary said in disbelief. “Well that seems to be a Fae thing, beautiful no matter what situation they find themselves in.” Luke commented.

“We have a million things to handle and somehow you think another investment is what we need?” “I need,” I corrected. “It's what I need.” Clara is what I need. A soft knock followed a moment later and I looked up to catch long toned legs walking in. Her heels clicked. One. Two. Three until she was inside. Clara fucking Mallon. My Stranger. She stood framed in the doorway looking all stunning “Who the hell is she?” Mike asked in a whisper not loud enough to ruin the moment. Mike looked at Clara and looked back at me, curiosity crippling. “Who is—”

She slipped into a short, red dress with glitter accents and paired it with high heels. Examining herself in the mirror, Claire acknowledged the dress was too short, but she didn't care. For once, she wanted to look daring, maybe even forget about him. She gazed at her reflection again, her hair tied in a messy bun.Claire grabbed her handbag and car keys, then drove to the club. Upon arrival, she stepped out and entered the vibrant venue. Soft music filled the air. At the bar, Claire smiled at the bartender, captivating him with her beauty.

"Sure, no problem. I'll pick you up in two hours." Claire cut the call and sighed. When she met Wesley last night, she thought he was handsome and cool but he didn't stand out to her romantically. She just felt like they could be good friends. However, she was willing to try for the sake of Thalia who needed a father figure. "Looking good. Going somewhere?" Katherine asked when Claire left her room wearing a two-piece pastel pink outfit with nude heels. "Yes, I have a lunch date," Claire replied. She spread her arms and turned around, asking, "It's not too much, is it?"

Rowan pulls Claire's hand and makes her follow, sitting her next to him and across from me. "Thanks, Bennett. I'm starving." Rowan says as he digs in to his food. He must have had a good meeting with council if his good mood is any indication how it went. My eyes shift over to Claire and I watch her curiously as she stuffs food in her face. She eats like she'll never see food again and soon her plate is empty. She reaches for more and just as she's about to shove another mouthful in, her stomach makes a strange sound and she groans.