Claire Booth Novels & Stories

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. ****

"I would like to see Claire smiling like that always." Henry had told Roxanne about Claire Hamilton's lineage. She was Jason Hamilton's daughter, however, he had never acknowledged her. Claire's mother, Katherine Scott, couldn't take care of the child without an income so she took her to the foundation, hoping Jason would change his mind and take responsibility.

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.

I asked calmly, hoping that she’d say yes. "I am certain that I'll be able to." she said, then I made a silent wish hoping that Bill’s theory was correct. "Alright, look at the following picture on my phone, swipe to your right until you recognize the person" I said and gave her my phone. I had gathered the picture of every female in the pack. Not wanting to wait for Lucy again. Claire swiped through the pictures on the phone uttering "no" on each one, with Nelson sitting on the other side of her. The first was Lucy Richards, then Maya Woods , then Nora Walker, Anna Perkins , then Jennifer Alvarez, then Zoe Wilson , then Eva Watkins

I know her favorite flowers are Tulips so I also have them but the plant wasn't available so rose was the safest option. I ring the bell after parking my black rover in front of her door to be clicked by the paparazzi. I dressed extra nice even though I look hot everyday. Claire opens the door and her hair is messy and she has changed into some black leggings and a tank top showing her collarbone. She is not wearing any makeup but she is looking as beautiful as ever. I could look at her all day and never get tired of her. I have dated many girls in past ,had spent "nights" with some of them but I have only ever found two girls beautiful. One ,Rose ,we have some history but it is to be sha

she affirmed and the King nodded slightly Claire walk out of the room after having a satisfactory discussion with the King she breathed out deeply as she step outside, thanks to her quick thinking this would have been a difficult task to tackle, the solution she chose might not have been right but then it’s the only possible and convincing way to solve the problem quicker, innocent people has to suffer loss and death afterall if not how would she and her brother attain higher places. ********

she shouted excitedly. A girl walks towards them, dressed in a uniform for salesladies. She showed a professional smile and bowed to them. "Good afternoon, may I ask what you are looking for so I can assist you," the girl said. "Oh we're just looking for clothes for babies," Tara said. "May I ask how many months old the baby is?" The girl asks in a businesslike manner. Amelia reflexively held her flat stomach, "The baby's not born yet" she said and a gentle smile formed in her lips.

Leo finally replied. “Agreed,” Arsen answered firmly. "Ahem… so here’s the thing. Actually, Claire is a college student who moved here a year ago from… umm… I heard it was Canada. Or was it Florida? I don’t know. But at first, everything was fine. Until one day, someone tried to harm Claire—you know, rape her. But unfortunately, the man failed—I don’t know who saved her. Then a few days later, the man who tried to rape Claire was found dead. An eyewitness saw that the one who killed him was a girl who looked like Claire, but she appeared more beautiful and cruel, dressed all in black.” Leo paused his story and took a sip of his nearly empty bourbon.

Henry didn't know how he was ever going to cope with someone like her. He also knew that she rarely settled down home for more than six months, Claire unlike her sister had studied History in Yale, then went to get her Master of Fine Arts at Yale school of art. Unlike her sister, she had chosen to gallivant around the world travelling instead of settling down somewhere after school. He came back out with the robe and Claire was already getting out of the water. She saw him and she smiled at him. "You're up early." She noted as she hoisted herself up and sat on the deck, Henry gave her the robe and looked away quickly. she had gone out swimming in a purple bikini.