Claire Booth Novels & Stories

They are too busy with the program. Claire looked at more of the guest list and suddenly an idea came to her head when she saw the name Madame Marry Arnette Joyle, an ambassador for the country of Canada. She was tall and slender and she looked young and attractive. She was probably only in her mid-thirties. Her eyes were bright blue and her hair was jet black. Claire clapped her hands once when she came up with that good idea. "What?" asked Fox, who was surprised. "I'm going to buy hair dye," Claire replied.

The door creaked open, revealing Claire dressed in 4-inch Louboutin heels, a red gown, red gloves, and a red hat that covered half of her face as she sashayed in. My mouth fell wide open while I gawked at her; she was exquisite. "What is she doing here?" The shareholders demanded frantically. "Don't tell me you brought your wife here because you thought she was important and..." Claire ran her hands gently on my shoulders before placing her purse right on the table and, with a piercing gaze, gazed at Eldora:

That was how the world worked. Women were different. They were supposed to stay home, take care of the family, wait faithfully for their husbands. Not pry. Not rebel. Not step outside their place. Everything changed the moment she found out about Pattie. Before that, Claire had been perfect. The wife who held the family together. The woman who made everything look effortless. But tonight, that Claire was gone. The woman standing in front of me had been daring. Confident. Unfamiliar. And that lingerie… I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. She’d bought that for someone else. A side piece. The thought made my jaw clench.

Claire left the Steele mansion late that morning, poured into a white dress that hugged her too tight and wearing sunglasses a little too big for her face. She walked like the world was hers and everyone else just lived in it. She didn’t know someone was waiting right outside her favorite Saturday café. “Oops! I’m so sorry! Are you alright?” A woman bumped into her. Claire wobbled, caught herself. Maya. Maya looked nothing like herself—hair loose, clothes soft and plain, almost shy. Not the sharp investigator she really was.

Claire was the only prisoner here. We reached her cell, and I came to a stop. I unconsciously squeezed Holly’s hand. Claire sat on the simple cot in the corner, clad in a red prisoner jumpsuit. She looked far different than the woman I once knew. Gone were the long auburn curls I remembered. Her hair was shorter, styled in a sleek blonde bob barely reaching her shoulders. Her striking blue eyes, still sharp as ever, held an edge of defiance, but something else was beneath it. Calculation. A mask she had perfected.

Elaine curled her lips and said, “Is it Quinn Golding again? Didn’t she just hold a concert in Aurous Hill some time ago?” “Mom, it’s not her...” Claire hurriedly explained, “The person coming today is the beacon in my career path. She is the female interior designer I admire the most!” Having said that, Claire said impatiently, “Mom, I will not continue talking to you anymore. A friend of mine is waiting for me outside.” Charlie stood up at this time and said, “Claire, I’ll walk you out.” Claire knew that Charlie and Kathleen had met before long ago. So, she did not feel that there would be any problem, and she agreed without thinking about it.

Maybe next time. Underneath Mom’s name was a short biography. ~ Claire Hastings, a healer from the Bloodrose pack, daughter of alumni, Alpha Stewart. She is a top student of the Healer’s Division, and known for her dedication to her craft. Claire is a proud member of the first elite team this school has ever put together with, James Rochwall (C), Claire Hastings, Greg Loren, Jane East, Elyx Lythoria———~ I squinted my eyes, trying to read the two remaining names—but they were crossed out. That was strange.

All Claire could do was follow the woman to the back and sat in the chair as Claire gave an apologetic look to Blake. Blake stood there and looked around as all the women looked at him. He was a very handsome man, and they wondered who he was. Feeling embarrassed, Blake placed his hand behind his head and smiled as he made his way to an empty chair next to an elderly woman. The woman followed Blake with her eyes; when he sat down, she smiled at him, and Blake returned her smile. “Don’t fret, son. Claire is like that to all her elite customers. A mother and daughter came in not long ago, and she almost went ballistic over them. Clara, Clara Oswald.” Clara introduced herself.

Claire exclaimed with a smile. "What are you trying to do Caitlin Clarence Adams?" someone with wide strides ran up and shouted loudly enough to make the two turn their heads. ****

Name: Ella Cadell Birthday: 04-08-1996 Sex: Female Nationality: American I thought this plan out very carefully with Delilah. We both knew the risks but still, it didn't stop us. And at this point, there was no going back. If I showed up at the penthouse, he would quite literally, like he calls it, put me back to my place. This package included hitting and hurting me in any other way possible. And he made sure that no bruises would be seen by other people. The security guard looked at my passport and then back at me.