Claim Book Novels & Stories

“So that if you ever think of betraying me your word will be inadmissible.” She stands, inhaling. She has a small cut in the knee that you would miss if you didn't look closely. “Hurry up, I have other things to deal with,” I pressed. “Why do I need to sign this? Criminals don't have contracts.” I laugh. “Because even criminals need rules don't you think?” My head tilts and I stand. “I will walk out this door and find another doctor, where will you find someone that is offering to help you.”

“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…”

“I doubt he has said a word.” Charles shrank half an inch. Whitney stared between them, eyebrows shooting up. “Whoa—hold on. Claim me?” Her voice pitched higher in indignation. “I’m not anyone’s to be claimed like some… collectible Pokémon card!” Charles flinched. Ethan huffed a short, humorless breath. “No one is claiming ownership of you. That’s not what this means.” He waited until she looked at him again before speaking, his tone gentling but never losing that Alpha weight.

Clifton roars. "What the hell do you want from me? Bones already explained everything to you. What else do you want? My mate was distressed, and I took her around the pack to cheer her up. How is that a fuckin problem. You just like blowing stuff out of proportion. What the hell is "you're trying to stop a war from erupting?" Everything was under control before I went to check on Xyana. There is no fucking war!" "Oh really?" Clif asks, standing up.

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

The buttons were located on top of the device, each labeled with a number. "So, you press this button to activate the device, and when the timer runs out, the device will automatically shut off, right?" I asked, remembering what I had previously heard on this from Na Ri. "Yes, and if you keep pressing the button once every thirty seconds, the device will stay active, so it won't run out of battery," Minseok explained, taking the device and holding it up to my wrist. He pressed the number 1 button on the side. A small LED light on the device lit, indicating that the device was now activated.

The words left my lips automatically. Liam narrowed his eyes. “Don’t lie to me. I know the truth. I know they’re mine.” I clenched my fists, keeping my face blank. “You’re wrong. The reports said otherwise. They’re not yours.” Liam took a step forward, his voice shaking. “I don’t believe that. I don’t care what the reports say—I know my own pups. And I know you, Cara.” His voice softened, pleading. “Please… don’t do this.”

Catherine is walking in my way her school uniform is messy and her makeup is not presentable. After a few steps, I saw that she had a red mark on her right neck. She just stared at me and smirked. What a creepy woman. She did not say anything that meant words to me it was just weird. A letter has been sent by a man to me in my home. It is a red letter with a beautiful flower in it. He is so romantic that he decorated it to my liking. I open the letter and it says like this. “ Dear my love I know that you are my special loved one. You will be my other half and will be my partner since I am alive. I will meet you tomorrow at 5 a.m. in the forest". Sincerely Jazzen.

As most of the guests walked over to Eric's casket to pay their last respect, a man walked in, and introduced himself. “I'm Stephen Jones, from Trinity Insurance. I'm here to inspect the death claim of Mr. Eric Pearson,” he said, and Vanessa and Clara both stepped forward. “Mr. Pearson had a life insurance policy worth fifty million dollars–,” the guests gasped and began whispering amongst themselves, while Clara hung her head up high. “... Before we release the funds, a routine inspection must be conducted to verify natural causes,” he continued, after the murmuring died down. “We also need to confirm the beneficiaries.”

Eliot called the man and the meeting was arranged, and by the afternoon we were sitting across from the same man again, but this time the mood was different. The man put a neat stack of papers on the table. He moved slowly and carefully, as if he knew how weak Eliot felt and didn't want to make any sudden gestures. “This is the claim process,” he explained, tapping the top page with his finger. "It requires your signature, identification, and my approval as the family representative. The release will take a few weeks after it is sent in. And the fund is going to be sent straight to the account you choose.” Eliot leaned forward and looked at the papers. His jaw got tight. “Can someone else cl