Novel & Cerita Can You Romance Claire In Cyberpunk

Looking forward to having my flaws handed to me in a few days. Erick Silver. Clair found the things he asked for strange. She had never been asked for a medical history before. "Maybe Silver's more of a creep than Mang. He certainly likes the idea of being beaten up by a girl, figuratively anyways". She got up and quickly gathered her things. She took her bag and wine coloured briefcase from her study room and sashayed out of her house. In the mini garage, her small convertible electric car sat waiting for her. She got inside and drove out the driveway. Clair turned the radio on and The Pine Ridge Boys 'you are my sunshine' poured out of the speakers.

Clara carefully observed her surroundings. She was afraid that she would be discovered by security. She had never been a stalker before. To execute the plan perfectly, she gathered all of Jonathan's information. She wanted to make sure he fell in love with her quickly. Marble will return to her.

Claire’s lips curved slightly as she watched her go. So it begins. An hour later, Claire stepped into the VIP room. The door slammed shut behind her with a sharp, final sound, and the lock clicked into place. Inside, a rogue wolf turned toward her, his eyes wild, his breathing already uneven as the Lust Dust took hold of him. He lunged without hesitation. Claire moved first. The blade she had hidden flashed in the dim light, precise and controlled, striking exactly where it needed to. The rogue collapsed instantly, unconscious before he could even touch her.

But Zander, being the baddest beta male, did not find her appealing enough at all. He moved his eyes everywhere but her direction while she kept looking in his way, hoping for a small glimpse. It was not hidden from anyone how much that girl— oh, Claire , to be precise, liked Zander despite his dark eyes and 'don't mess with me' personality. "Why is it so? She is hot. A perfect cup cake you can enjoy for tonight." Clarke raised an eyebrow of naughtiness. He darted a dark naughty gaze that Zander only chuckled. He was not acting normal like himself, his friends did help him get out of his situation regardless. One can say, for the sake of looking normal to them, he acted to be okay. But from

Clair Anderson laughs maniacally. She could already picture herself in the arms of Damon, there was no stopping her now. No mate no bond, now a chosen bride is what is left. “What if…” “ the dead do not speak. How many times do I have to repeat myself” Clair roared angrily. “Fine… I got you the first time” he wasted no time in diving in and just like Clair, Ranah was waiting for the results. Time seems to move by slowly to their displeasure. It felt like forever.

She wrote another message, and the female vampire handed it to Marcus. “I can,” she wrote, “And I will. I am courting Ronan.” “Who is this Ronan? I demand the right to challenge him for my mate!” Marcus demanded. “I’m Ronan,” the smug vampire said, “and sure, I’ll fight you here and now.” Clara moved between them. She shook her head furiously. “No fighting. Not over me,” she wrote. “Well, that’s traditional when two males want the same woman,” Marcus said. “But there is another way to solve this little dilemma.”

|| Alpha Clayton|| After her shift and the run, Claire and I returned to the rogue town. Seeing Claire stand amid the charred remains of her beloved coffee shop felt like a savage blow to my own chest. I knew who had done this. The Lycan in me wanted to find the culprit and grind his bones to dust. Her eyes, once vibrant and full of the fire that drew me to her, now held a haunting, brittle void. It twisted the heart in my chest.

But the weight in my voice pushes her forward. She takes the phone. Clara's fingers feel strangely numb against the smooth glass. The first image loads instantly, it was Aiden and Gina. Too close to be explained away. His hand at her back, her head tilted toward his shoulder, the intimacy casual and unguarded. It was not posed but real. Clara’s breath catches, sharp and shallow, but she keeps scrolling. More pictures, in different places. A restaurant she recognizes. An apartment she doesn't have. Smiles she’s seen before, now rearranged into something unmistakable.

I spit, my head throbbing like a war drum. “You’ve been reckless, Claire,” her voice is calm as she straightens up. “I made you who you are. Every flashbulb, every cover, every cent in your name—I built that. And yet you’re ready to betray all of it for a man who isn’t worth the breath you use to scream his name.” She’s talking about Zeke. I bet her voice won't be this sharp when she sees him. “I didn't ask for it, Miss Goddess, or whatever you call yourself now,” I hiss, finally pushing myself up against the headboard.