Claim Book Novels & Stories

May I ask for your name and account number? Asher gave her information again, feeling more and more anxious by the minute. The representative put her on hold while they looked up her account. After a few minutes, the representative came back on the line. "I see that your card has been canceled due to suspicious activity," they said. "Would you like to file a fraud claim?" Asher took a deep breath and nodded, even though the representative couldn't see her. "Yes, please help me file a fraud claim," she said.

I placed the folded slip on the counter and left my hand resting on it. “I’m here about a private locker.” He looked at the paper but did not touch it. “Name?” “Not how this one works.” That got his eyes up to mine. “We don’t process unidentified claims.” “Try a better sentence,” I said. “This is not a claim. It’s a retrieval.” Gabriel stood a pace behind my shoulder, quiet as winter stone. The clerk noticed him. Everyone noticed Gabriel eventually. “We require authorization,” the clerk said. I unfolded the paper.

Alora Well, this is fifty seven shades of fucked the hell up. I am standing back here at the back of the room, behind the podium where Killian is currently addressing his wolves. He's explaining that I'm his mate, and we have claimed each other. I almost choke on that, but I manage to hold it in.

I replied and ask which they nodded their with the oh's and went back to their works. I went towards Josh office and said my apology yada yada and resume my shift, in which Jamey joined me soon. An hour had pass and a parcel boy came inside. “Stacey's dear someone has send you a parcel” Jamey call out. I frowned my eyebrows and went towards him and sign the parcel list and I open the card and it read. DAY:5 CARD 5 REMIND ME TO NEVER GIVE YOU TULIPS AGAIN!! GET DRESS 8:00 PM

, Maya said smiling. " You could call me if you need some help and company ", She added. " We will see", Reina said. "We will print out the IV and send it to you in two days", Mr Quinn said. " Okay. It needs to reach us soon so as to send it out as soon as possible", Frank said.

She told him. The offer had come through an intermediary — she hadn't known the name, hadn't wanted to. A significant amount of money, structured in three payments, the first on delivery of the claim, the second on Jax's acknowledgment that the claim was credible, the third on some further condition that hadn't been reached because things had moved faster than whoever orchestrated this had anticipated. She had been told the claim would be easy to maintain because there was no one who could contradict it. She had not known about Mouse. She had not known about Ghost. She had not known about the kind of people who did the quiet, thorough work of verification as a matter of course.

The club owners had promised a huge cash bonus to anyone who could get Blake’s full attention tonight. That bonus would pay off my grandmother's medical bills by tomorrow morning. As I got closer to his booth, Blake leaned forward and put his elbows on the table. He watched me intensely, looking closely at my covered arms. With a quick movement, he threw a thick stack of tied money onto the edge of the stage. "You are wasting your time dancing for the rest of these people," Blake said, his voice loud and clear over the music. "Name your price, Sable. Sign a contract to work only for me, and you never have to dance on this public stage again."

Theodore stood beside her, silent. Violet approached the table. The open page was dated twenty-one years ago. The year Eleanor died. Names ran down the left side. Payments on the right. Statuses in the final column. Relocated. Institutionalized. Settled. Unverified. Corrected. Liability. Violet’s throat tightened. She scanned the page. Eleanor Cain. There. Near the bottom. Her finger hovered over the entry. ELEANOR CAIN — pregnancy confirmed — claimant class pending — liability.

Then Clark spoke. He’d been silent through the whole of it, sitting still and listening. When Clark was genuinely paying attention, he became very still. It used to unsettle me, back when I didn't know him well enough to understand what it meant. "There's still the question of what happens after this is over," he said. His voice was even. "You have a claim to a trust that changes your financial position permanently. Which means the people who lose that money when you claim it will come after you, regardless of what happens with the court case."