Breakfast Club Claire Novels & Stories

“Don’t take too long or I’ll assume you’ve run off again… and I’ll have to come hunt you again. And you know what a terrible sport you make. Tripping, crying, scaring the wildlife, it’s exhausting, Sunshine.” I almost smiled, but then it hit me. This. This is exactly how he reels me back in. 𓎢𓎠𓎟𖦁‎𓎟𓎠𓎡 Fresh bread, butter melting on the stove, the faint sizzle of bacon and everything you could ask for breakfast. For a second I just stood in the doorway, and let the familiarity of it seep in. The kitchen was alive, staff moving around, but in the middle of it all stood Claire, her hands clasped over her little bump.

"Well, Damien specifically ordered for me to drive you wherever you want to go today. I'm here for you ma'am." She looked at him suspiciously. What the hell does that mean? Claire took out the carton of orange juice and a jug of milk. "Would you like some coffee, or tea?" "Coffee would be lovely." He replied. "Okay. I'll just have the omelet and sausages for breakfast." She said, pulling out the eggs from the fridge. "Let me help you with that ma'am." "Thank you." Darrell and Claire made breakfast together and chatted.

"You don't have to be. I understand how you feel. And none of you should ask me any question about this until after this breakfast. Even after, is that understood?" They all laughed. After the breakfast, Claire went to find Nina. Both ladies sat on the couch in the living room, talking cheerfully. Claire seemed a little too happy, and Nina wondered if it was about Michelle finding her mate. "Why are you so bubbly this morning? It seems Axel hit you too good." She teased. "Oh, that is one, but not the only reason." Claire declared with a smile, and Nina shook her head. The lady had no shame at all.

Blake had predicted it would take another trip into the small world until she created it with their help. Wednesday morning, Claire awoke to the tantalizing aroma of breakfast. Thinking Blake had returned, she donned her robe and entered the dining area only to be met with her mother eating her meal and Consuela pouring her coffee. Being dishearted, Claire sat at the table and silently ate her meal.

' thought Claire while eating . When she looked at the time she noticed that she was late and started to eat in a hurry . After finishing her breakfast in one breath , Claire went to the door , took her bag then locked the door and went out of the house . " Aghhh ! If I am late again , the coach is gonna give me double training as punishment . I need to hurry . " said Claire with a worried expression when she saw the time on her phone . While rushing in the street to go towards her training site , Claire noticed a woman who was talking on her phone in a messy way .

"The bus was late, then my hop card wouldn't work, and to top things off. I forgot my purse at home and had to run here in sandals." “Look, I know you're only sucking dick until your eighteenth birthday and all.” She pops her gum. “But, shit. It must be some good fucking head you are giving if Chad has kept you around this long. I've seen girls leave for a lot less than the crap you've been pulling.” She says in a sparky tone, popping her gum again as she exits the room. Maddie is our brown sugar here at the Clubrooms. She's also one of our most requested girls. That's because she does it all. Her and Layla. I don't know how they come here, strutting their shit around like their something sp

I sigh, running a hand through my messy hair. "And you sounded like a total, bitter bitch," Claudia mumbledy. "Love that for you. So, what's for breakfast? I am literally starving. My stomach is eating itself." I can't help but smile. "I actually know this really good diner down the street. Best pancakes in Northford." Claudia sits up instantly, her eyes wide. "See? That's why you're my fucking favorite person. Let's get dressed."

At dinner, Elias fussed over Laura. He served her food, picked out fish bones, and mumbled about what was best for the baby. He didn't even look my way. I was stuck in my wheelchair at the far end of the table, where everyone else acted like I wasn't even there. "If Jean hadn't broken her legs, she probably would've won the national dance competition and ended up training with me," Laura said, knowing exactly how to hit me where it hurt.

Chapter 5 “So, what do you want to have, Atlas?” “You...” My face flushed instantly at his words, heat rising to my cheeks like a sudden blaze. I gaped at him, my mouth hanging open slightly, resembling a fish gasping for air out of its element. Did I hear him correctly? "What...?" I murmured, my voice barely audible, disbelief coloring every syllable. He shrugged casually, a playful grin dancing on his lips. "I mean, you choose, Ms. Claire," he clarified, his tone light. "I'd appreciate whatever you serve me, so please feel free to decide without worrying about my food preferences."

“Have a professional look at that, but it should keep your blood on the inside for the time being.” “Thanks, love,” Declan said, and rose to his feet. He was stiff, I could tell, but his muscles rolled and flexed under skin that had almost no fat on it whatsoever. Something about him was magnetic, and I wanted to stay close. Patrick, of course, had other ideas. “Come on, Claire,” Pat said, “I’ll take you home.” ~ * ~ Patrick held my bloodied sweatshirt as we headed back to the pick up truck. I couldn’t help but scoff. “So,” I said, climbing into the passenger’s seat, “my bar is connected to your underground fight club, or whatever.”