Clair Smiles Novels & Stories

Ken watched as Samantha walked away. “Why the stare?” Sophia asked. “I don't like her,” he replied seriously. Sophia scoffed. “You don't like people. You don't like Ryan, now, Samantha?” She asked with a chuckle. “She's kinda weird,” he said and Sophia laughed. “Come on,” she urged as they both walked away. Mrs Clyde stood beside the large lit up swimming pool and Claris was seen walking to meet her. “Where have you been?” She asked. Claris smiled and placed her phone in her sling purse.

"I hear you. I'll do my best." Claire smiled warmly at me and I smiled back at her, although there was a storm at the back of my head. No way Khloe is weak, right? •••••

"If you just see what Crystal looked like after, man, it was worth it! Clair was so small compared to her and she nailed that punch..." I didn’t hear more of what he said. I was suddenly lost in my own thoughts. A smug smile slowly crept onto my lips as my hands relaxed. Clair has been giving me mixed emotions lately, but I couldn’t deny one thing for sure, she was slowly crumbling the walls I built around me.

I started the count down in my head, the door opened when I got to about five seconds remaining. I looked in the direction to see Clair walking in without the bowl but she was smiling. The smile was so big I almost thought her face would tear or the smile would get stuck. Why was she smiling? Did he kiss her? "Why are you smiling like someone whose crush just reciprocated their feelings?" I ask, searching her face for answers. "Well to answer your question, he didn't reciprocate it but I think he will soon." She said happily. "Say what now?" I blurted out.

Claire said while looking at her with a worried face. Clairol just shook her head and smile. “Y-yes. I'm okay. Anyways, I'm Clairol Tampson, Mr. Velasquez. It's nice to finally meet you.” She also tried to extend her hand but cause of panick she extend her right hand instead. “Opps. Wrong hand,” she said shyly after shaking the hands of Draven through her left hand. She hopes he didn't remember her. “How about we continue from talking it to the faculty room?” She said casually.

Claire sat quietly, her fingers moving nimbly as she worked on some intricate embroidery. As I entered the room, Claire noticed me. "You're awake," she said with a friendly smile. I nodded and smiled back. Claire rose from her seat and approached me, her black hair shining in the soft light. Her ageless face, with high cheekbones and a gentle jawline, radiated warmth. Her eyes twinkled with friendliness, and her smile was genuinely pretty. Despite likely being in her fifties or sixties, she appeared younger. "Let me show you around before breakfast," she said, her voice warm and inviting, as she gestured for me to follow her.

Miss shila screamed at her while clare wore a smug full face expression on her face . Do you think , I will never do that again?! well you dont really know me , and you are so wrong miss shila ," you don't know me but I know you like my own blood flowing through my thick veins , clare smiled with an innocent expression making miss shila confused even more .."

she said and bit her lower lip in an attempt to hold back her ever widening grin. “Claire...” Blake tried to stop her from coming further inside his bedroom, but she dodged his arm like an expert and marched up to me with determined steps. I have to admit, I was a little scared by it. “Hi. I’m Claire Reagan.” She stretched out her hand for a handshake and I just stared at it like it was a foreign object. I was still undecided about whether I should consider her a rival or a friend, but I guess she was done deciding because she grabbed my hand and put in hers forcefully.

Morrigan cleared her throat. "Darling…" "Clara." I intercepted, and she looked a little puzzled, but wholly unbothered. "Clara… Okay." She corrected, smiling so warmly that had I not been fluent in body language, I would most definitely have fallen for the smile. It was full, it was passionate, it was fiery, and it clearly exposed her perfectly aligned and white teeth. She most definitely wore braces growing up! I thought to myself, trying to not feel self conscious in front of the very perfect work of art.

Clap, Clap, Clap. “Bravo.” Claudia stayed silent for a moment. Then a slow, mischievous smile spread across her face Like a child Caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.