Claim Book Novels & Stories

Given the circumstances of your placement the review would be sympathetic. How long, I said. Thirty days, she said. During which time the northern claim is active. During which time it is acknowledged but suspended pending resolution of your application, she said. I looked at the document with Calder Vane’s name on it. He knows I am coming for this, I said. Yes, she said. And he filed anyway, I said. She was quiet. What does he actually want, I said. Not Eli. Nobody files a claim against a two year old because they want the two year old. What does he want.

, 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.

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."

“I’m a busy man Maya, I don't have the time to babysit your feelings.” She nibbles on her lip, the pink thing popping out. She looks away as if she can't believe everything happening to her. “Fine.” “Fine, what?” “I will operate on you.” I smile. “That's more like it.” “What now?” She asks, pushing her hair back. I slid the file to her. “That is a contract saying that I will clear all your medical debt and pay you twenty-five thousand each month if you sign it.” That might sound like a lot to her, but it's changed to me.

“That’s not a problem, your assigned bodyguards are right outside the door and they should be able to take you there.” Her smile falls a bit but she nods slightly. “And you?” My lips twists up in a smile knowing she wanted me to be the one to take them. “Oh I have a delivery to wait for. It’s for you actually, your surprise should be ready by the time you arrive.” Her eyes twist in confusion, but I pretend I do not notice. Instead I stand to get my card and drop it in front of her. “Use this.” “I doubt that it is necessary. I have…”

she thought, clinging desperately to the simplicity of her original plan. The cab finally pulled up to the diner. The doors were locked, the sign clearly indicating they were closed for the day, but Theo and Chris, the handyman, were waiting inside. Chris was just about done with the final tally of damages. ​"It's mostly cosmetic, Ruby," Chris explained, handing her a clipboard. "A few damaged chairs and utensils. It'll cost you a few bucks to put things back in shape, but nothing too expensive."

"I'm not running from you, Clifton. Are you crazy? You're my mate for crying out loud and Amon should calm the fuck down and let me speak to my mate!" 'I can't calm down, Mate. You are mine. I need to claim you.' Amon replies to me, but this time, the words are coming out from Clifton's lips, and his eyes are still stark black. I feel trapped like I'm in some horror movie. 'You don't have to fear, I just want to make you mine!' Amon's words come again with Clifton saying the words out loud while tilting his neck to the side like he's examining me.

"Claimant Haley Sterling. Relationship: aunt, chaos insurance, emergency bad influence." The Hollowsmith bowed. "Claimant Hollowsmith. Relationship: builder of pauses, witness to first rest." Aaliyah's voice burst through. "Claimant Aaliyah Chen. Relationship: big sister in all matters involving illegal networks." Ben followed. "Claimant Ben Carter. Relationship: ledger, financial guardian, and purchaser of one moon pending title verification." Marcus's voice came last. Weak. Bleeding. Unmoved. "Claimant Marcus Thorne. Relationship: door."