Clair Smiles Novels & Stories

“Well, this looks cozy.” We all turned. Clara stood there, leaning against the frame. She wore a simple black dress, but it was cut in a way that left little to the imagination. It clung to her, elegant and severe. She looked beautiful and dangerous. She smiled, her eyes missing nothing—Sasha’s tears, my defiance, Liam’s tension. She stepped inside and walked straight to Liam. “Hello, Liam,” she said. Then she put a hand on his shoulder, stood on her toes, and kissed him squarely on the mouth.

Most of the presents here belong to Clare it’s nice to know he thought of me. “I wanted to. We’re friends right?”he arches his brow. “Yeah…thanks” We stand there awkwardly since Clare is still kinda standing with us. She looks livid but you couldn’t tell if you didn’t know her. She still has that timid smile she has perfected but her talon nails are digging into her palm. She’s mad, if there’s one thing Clare Haistings doesn’t like is being ignored.

She looked at him, her smile faint but unreadable. “Good. Because if she ever found out something was… off, she wouldn’t forgive easily. You know Amelia.” “Yes, I do,” Adrian replied firmly, locking eyes with her. “And I don’t intend to give her any reason to doubt me.” There was a silence that felt heavier than the whitewashed hospital walls around them. Then Claire broke into a laugh, shaking her head. “Relax, Adrian. I was only teasing. You look like you are about to bite my head off.”

I start, glancing briefly at him. Clair follows my gaze, her expression flickering for the briefest second before she looks back at me. “I was just helping escort some of the elders away,” she says smoothly. “By the time I came back… everything was already handled.” I nod slowly. “Yeah… he does that.” The words slip out before I can stop them. And heat rises to my cheeks almost instantly. Because I’m still looking at him. And he— is already looking at me. Standing a short distance away, he looks exactly like he belongs nowhere and everywhere all at once.

Slap! Clarion could not help but take a few steps back, his face turning ghost-white as the slap echoed. If it was not for the fact that he was quite powerful himself, this slap alone would be powerful enough to knock him out. When Camellia slapped him, she did not pull her punches. However, there was no resentment in Clarion. Instead, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm really doing this for your own good! Please, rethink this!" Clarion took one more step forward.

CLAIRE IS CURRENTLY inside Blaire’s car. She was discharged. She should feel fine but apparently she can’t think properly. She doesn't know how to approach Blaire without making him upset. It seems that every time she says something, all she can get is his sarcasm and mockery.

She swatted his shoulder, and he laughed, throwing back his head. “Kyle, Dr. Kumari will be out in a second,” Mia said, placing down the phone. “Thank you, Mia.” A petite woman wearing a doctor’s coat opened a glass door stenciled with consultations. Her medium length ebony hair was streaked with gray. She stepped toward them, smiling. “Kyle, I’m glad to see you. Is anything the matter?” Kyle and Isobel both stood. “Dr. Kumari, this is Isobel, my mate. Isobel, Dr. Kumari, our pack’s healer.”

The door was solid oak with heavy locks. Beautiful, comfortable, and absolutely inescapable. Perfect. I reached carefully into my elaborately styled hair and extracted a small crystal, no bigger than a pearl. The communication device pulsed with soft blue light as I activated it with a whisper of power. "I am in," I whispered quietly. Static crackled for a moment before a familiar voice responded—rough, commanding, tinged with the kind of darkness that made smart people run. "About time, little wolf. Status report."

“You will need to retract your aura as much as possible so that high-ranking members won’t be able to tell your hierarchy in the pack. Come as an intern from this pack, an omega, gain access to Dragonmoon’s branch of Silverclaw Enterprise, and make sure you are not blamed for whatever happens. It will look poorly on Hammerstorm and they will be less likely to work with us in the future.” “Yes, Alpha.” Blake was as diabolical as Arden, and due to this, he was more than happy to oblige with the plan. Clorez was enthusiastic as well, and offered to have Damor join Riley in Miami. Damor was his son, Riley’s best friend, it seemed like a perfect solution. However, in Clorez’s mind, if Aleah staye

It didn't move Whitney though; instead, she shook her head, a smile still visible on her lips, but it surely shook me. See, Gerald was defending Sienna, which meant he might… I can't even say it. “Sienna, can you please excuse us?” He asked gently, and Sienna, whom I've been ignoring all this time, nodded and turned away from me; she walked out, leaving the four of us. “What? Is this the time you're going to lecture me?” Whitney asked; she was a true rebel. “Did I lie? Isn't she just like this bitch's mom, another one of your whores?"