Claim Book Novels & Stories

He shivered while typing out, "We didn't manage to enroll in Starvard. When are you going to give us the five million dollars compensation that you promised us?" CloudAI replied almost instantly. "Dear Kevin, we're sorry to hear about the inconveniences caused. The claims process has been initiated. Kindly provide your bank account number. "The five-million-dollar compensation is expected to be deposited into your account within the next two hours. Thank you for your trust in us!" Everyone cheered when they saw CloudAI's reply, feeling as though they'd returned to grace after momentarily falling into hell. "Oh, my God! It's really going to compensate us for our loss! CloudAI never lied to me

Where do I even go from here? [Click!] Just what I need. The door is open now. So, before Don Angelo can pull a bullet through my head or push me out of the car, I open it hurriedly and get down. However, before I close the door, he speaks again. “Take this.” Don Angelo hands me a black card, and I can bet it's the universal black card from the Universal Bank. This bank has branches in almost all the cities of the world, and their legendary black card can even hold up to a few billions. Why will he give me this card when…. Oh!

The hospital’s administrative office was stark and cold, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead as Kayla stared at the paper in front of her. The numbers swam before her eyes – $75,000 immediate deposit required for emergency surgery. “But her insurance was supposed to cover this,” she said, her voice shaking as she looked at the administrator. “We were told everything was approved.” “I’m sorry, Ms. Reeds,” the woman said, her tone flat with professional distance. “The claim was denied this morning. Our records show a lien was placed on all payments related to your mother’s care – someone with significant financial influence filed paperwork blocking coverage.”

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.”

“I’m in it, too.” The enforcer always caught the frequency Kan was broadcasting. They’d hunted together for a decade, and now they were taming a ghost together. Kan forced himself to move, the friction of his exit a slow, wet slide that made Timothy hiss. He levered himself up just enough to catch the younger man’s gaze. “That leash is gone, Timothy. I’m calling off the bounty. You’re off the Nash clock.” Timothy’s breathing was a wrecked stutter. “One month,” he managed, his eyes glassed over but sharp with a lingering defiance. “I stay thirty days. No promises after the clock runs out.”

"They were wrong about what it was." "What was it?" "Insurance," she said. "Your father's." I looked at her for a moment. The photograph on the desk that I had not looked at directly was of two women, younger, outside somewhere with a lot of light. I looked at it now. One of them was Ada. The other one I recognised from compound records as a woman who had been removed from the payroll fourteen months ago under administrative restructuring. Fen. Not just a dependency. A relationship with a history long enough to have survived what the compound had done to it.