Claim Book Novels & Stories

"Well, often times grief and arrangements delay such things but, no worries. The claims have been set up, and all you need to do is come in a sign a few papers then we can begin our process. Normally that takes less than thirty days. We try to be as expedient as possible. We know that a lot of people depend on the claim money to pay bills and survive while in transition. However, in your case, it is a little bit of a situation we are in considering the circumstances of both claims and also the fact that they died rather simultaneously." Mr. Kawasaki was speaking so quickly and seemed excited about something and Chloe was getting more confused by the second. "Excuse me; both claims did you sa

“But it’s just Faith Thomas these days.” Mary proceeded to fill her in. She was sure Faith had received the sad news by now, blah blah, the data her office had received indicated no reasons why the claim could not immediately be paid out as prescribed in the policy. They just needed to confirm her mailing address and would be overnighting her papers to sign, and upon those pages being returned to the company, the policy proceeds of two million U.S. dollars in a certified check would then be sent overnight. Faith confirmed her address, ended the call, and sat on her bed, hands shaking.

He started glowering murderously at me, as if trying to rip me to pieces. Just then, Keith handed Ms. Ross a tablet and calmly reported, "I've checked, Ms. Ross. Mr. Hurst did indeed submit a reimbursement claim to the finance department yesterday. I also found that another one of his claims is currently being processed."

Marcus frowned. “A clause?” Stephen nodded. “In the contract you rejected.” “I never signed it ” Stephen looked at me. “They don’t care.” Grayson’s expression hardened instantly, but his thumb moved gently over my hand like he was reminding me he was still there. “Explain. Now.” Stephen swallowed. “If Carter ever needed leverage they could activate it.” My body went cold. “Activate what?” Stephen said it quietly. “A claim.” I blinked. “A claim?” “They could legally or illegally tie you back to them.”

I start, desperately searching for a lie but coming up with none. Adiran leans into me heavily, his face pressing into my hair. “In your defense?” He mocks earning a scowl from my downturned face. “What did you do?” Shoving my hands deep into my pockets, I kick another stone. “I stole.” The warmth of Adiran’s eyes cools ever so slowly, “Ari--” “It was only bread.” I retort, shoving my hands deep into my pockets in search of something to hold. “Besides,” nocking an eyebrow, I turn to him, “it’s not like they ever notice.”

“Lucky for you, I specialize in difficult cases.” Rohan realized with growing dread that she was right. This was going to be a nightmare. She was clearly brilliant, probably ruthless in court, and had absolutely no intention of being impressed by his position or his attitude. “Can we start over?” he asked, attempting diplomacy. “Certainly. You can start by giving me the complete picture of what happened in Velmora. No corporate speak, no strategic omissions. Just facts.” “Some of those facts are sensitive.”

“I’ve been strapped for time and didn’t get a chance to talk to you face-to-face. Here’s what I’ll do: I’ll send someone from the insurance company over, and I’ll cover whatever compensation I need to pay.” Adriana said calmly, “The car’s already been repaired and repainted.” “Do you have the invoice? I’ll transfer the money directly to you so we can avoid going through insurance.” Adriana understood immediately. Filing a claim would mean Lisa’s premiums would increase next year—something most people tried to avoid. “Alright,” Adriana agreed. “Bank account or W******p payment?” “Card number, please.” Lisa gave her assistant instructions to handle the transfer. Not long after, the assistant r

My heart pounded in my chest as the words on the page unfolded before my eyes. "Dear Ms. Ava Roberts, We regret to inform you that a claim has been filed against the estate of your late father, James Roberts. The claimant, a woman named Victoria Reynolds, alleges that she is the rightful heir to a substantial portion of his estate." I couldn't believe what I was reading. How could this be? My father had never mentioned anyone named Victoria Reynolds. The letter continued, outlining the legal proceedings that would take place to determine the legitimacy of the claim.

"But appeals take years. And I'll already be—" "Wherever the council sends you. Yes." He stood. "I can't tell you what to do tomorrow. I can't influence the ruling. But I can tell you this: the hearing is your last chance to speak. Even if you're classified as incapacitated, even if your testimony is suspended, you still have the right to make a statement before the ruling is issued. It won't change the decision. But it will be recorded. Permanently." He walked to the door. Stopped. Looked back at me.