Claim Novels & Stories

He called out, his voice slick and easy. “We all pray it is true.” The room got quieter. You could feel everyone leaning in. “But,” he said, and the word dropped like a stone “forgive the fears of your people.” He spread his hands, a picture of reason. “We see our princes grow weaker each day. A… claim of a mate is one thing.” He paused, letting the word ‘claim’ hang in the air, making it sound cheap. “But where is the proof? Where is the Mark? The Bond?”

he said, giving her a gentle peck before striding in the direction his father had left in. Placing the used dishes on the large marble kitchen counter, Isobel glanced at Annie, who was busy scraping the scraps of food at the garbage disposal. “Annie, can I ask a question?” “Of course, dear.” “What’s a claiming mark?” Annie glanced at her, her eyes wide with shock. “Didn’t my son explain?” “No. I guess we didn’t get that far in the explanation. We kinda got stuck in the whole, he’s a wolf shifter revelation.”

he asked, his voice firm but measured. April's voice trembled as she spoke, her words punctuated by sniffles and sobs. "I-I plead to the elders to grant me the opportunity to speak with the Alphas individually," she stammered, her eyes darting between the three of us. "If I fail to broker peace between them, I, April Matthew, will willingly lay down my life in atonement."

Marcus said carefully, "and you both maintain professional standards at the office, there's no firm policy against it. People work with their partners successfully all the time." "Okay," I said. "Because I'm claiming this. I'm claiming Eli. I'm claiming that we're together, and I'm not hiding it anymore." Marcus smiled. "About time," he said. "Everyone's known for weeks." After we left Marcus's office, Eli pulled me into a conference room. "Did you just publicly claim a relationship with me?" he asked. "Yes," I said. "Was that wrong? Should I have asked permission f

My friends expressed their hate for my ex and also for all the cool students, looking for a miracle that'll help us silence them. "They always act like they are better than us. If I had so much money right now, I'd turn this side into the coolest spot in the cafeteria, and make those popular assholes become the losers!" Stella shared her deepest desire, and truthfully, I was in support of her idea. If we had enough money to... Wait, speaking of money. "Did he send me the money as he promised?" I hummed, pulling out my phone to check. When I turned it on, I saw an alert from my bank which meant that Dennis did send me the money like he said he would.

I WAS DAWN WHEN YOUR BONES WERE MUD. Katherine looked into the unbearable light. "And yet you filed a demand." Silence. Jack grinned despite the pain. "There she is." Katherine began dictating. "Emergency audit of compulsory worship claim. Claimant: self-identified solar sovereign. Requested consideration: worship. Claimed service: light, heat, life-supporting cycles, mythic protection. Disputed issues: consent, monopoly, damages from forced exposure, unauthorized activation of cult instruments, and attempted override of civic autonomy."

Seraphina's POV The collar was red. Thick. Soft. But there was no mistaking what it meant. Cassian held it out in one hand like an invitation. Or a warning. “Today,” he said quietly, “you’ll be wearing this.” I bit my lip. My thighs clenched. “Why?” He stepped closer. “To remind you that you belong to me. That you obey me. And that you look so damn pretty when I ruin you in front of yourself.”

“I’m sorry if I—” “It's okay, I can play.” She smiled again, “I like how confident you were walking up to me, and I noticed you and your friend earlier. Was wondering when you’d make a move, I lost a bet with Mark.” She said with a small laugh. “He said you’d get bold and come over, and I thought you wouldn’t.” I smiled, biting my lip. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, Mrs Monroe. And I know you and Mr Monroe have an arrangement...”

"I told you, Lush. My team is auditing everyone. The situation is under control. You do not need to worry about it." "But what if the audit isn't enough?" I pressed, taking a step closer, my heart pounding against my ribs. "What if the person who did it is someone very close to you? Someone who already has the codes to this house? Damian came to the conservatory today. He said his mother doesn't have those codes. He said someone inside Voss Industries is doing this to you."

Concluded. Beneath the forty-first name there was a single line, ruled off, in a slightly heavier ink, as though she had gone back to it on another day to make certain it was there. IF THIS CLAIM IS LAID FOR THE CLAIMANT ALONE, IT IS VOID.