Claire Booth Novels & Stories

“It's finally fifth! I thought we would have to wait the whole year!” Claire exclaimed while brushing her teeth. Mrs. Dill looked at her. “Be fast and come and assist us in getting things ready.” The girl pouted. “Although I'm not happy that Ma'am Rosa couldn't convince you enough, I'm still glad. She gave me some clothes, Mom! Like the type Beyonce wears.” Frances sighed, shaking her head. Who had Claire, had a bundle of trouble.

Cal moved three times as much as anyone else and said nothing. By evening the rooms were settled enough. Claire put her books on the windowsill shelf — three healer manuals, two she had bought at a shop on the way through town, one she had found in the pack house library and asked Rowan if she could borrow. She hung one photograph on the wall above the desk. Her parents, her father's arm around her mother's shoulder, both of them squinting into summer sun. Her mother young in it, twenty-something, before Claire was born, in a field that Claire now suspected was North Ridge land.

Noah stammered, his scent souring with fear. “I invited her,” Chloe interrupted. Her crimson lipstick looked like fresh blood, and she had wrapped a matching silk ribbon into a perfect bow over the silver-blade scar on her wrist. At nearly six feet tall, she looked every bit the high-born Kinton heir. “Chloe, leave her out of our pack politics,” Noah hissed, trying to grab my hand. “Is this the Ryder Global mess hall, Noah? The meat looks exquisite,” I said, stepping back so his fingers missed my skin.

Because the boy we had raised was gone long before the bullet came. A knock. Then silence. I stood, brushing glass off my shoe. "Come in." The door creaked open. My assistant, pale and shaking, held out a device. "Sir, you should see this." The screen lit up, playing footage of Claire’s newest statement. No tears. No fury. Just calm defiance as she spoke to the world about what had happened. About the lies Liam spun. About how she fought. How she endured. How the world turned a blind eye.

I paused my statement , aggressively removed the drips connected to my body , stood up from the bed, turned to leave then paused . " Mr Mayor" . I concluded and walked to the door and immediately I opened the door , Claire was standing in front of me , shock evident in her eyes . Why is she always there in my most embarrassing moments? TBC ©️Pen Nikky

In the Rothschild Mansion, It was a bright afternoon, Some maids were busy tidying up the whole living room yet some were seen hanging around the house and having some discussion, it was peaceful yet lonely at the same time, Mrs. June carried a tray along with Mika behind her and they walked directly towards Nolan's room, Mrs.June had placed a knock on his door and the next minutes she slowly pushed it opened, The two walked deeper into the room sighting Nolan who was laying helplessly on his king sized bed, He had been like that for some days After Claire had been caught, she had been sent to prison for attempted murder, The whole house had found peace because Claire was yet it was lonely s

One of the rare people that made me comfortable, that I could trust, the building blocks to what I was. Claire. Everything about her was perfection, from her rare snow blond hair to her dimpled smile. She was Claire Wright, one of the highest paid models in the world at the moment but to me she was just Claire Hayley Wright, the Chicago girl I’ve known all my life. Dad cleared his throat getting up, “C’mon Chris,” he began taking his cane, ‘we have that uh…thing to get to.” “What thing?” Chris asked leaning back as he looked back at Dad.

I seriously want to punch that bastards. “Some boy he is huh?” his aunt says. “By the way call me Cary.” i nod and smile. “Lets start shall we?” she claps her hands, then tells me to take a seat. “Holy chocolate and syrup on top of icecream! ow!” I scream. Oh my god! i regret this so much. I mean why wax! Who invented such a thing.. Why do they want to see us suffer.. the pain! Why do girls have to wax all their hair off and not boys.

Banished to a forgotten corner of the estate where no one would see her, no one would remember her, and most importantly, no one would question why Claire was openly acting as Luna. The stubborn bitch had refused to sign. Had the audacity to bring the elders into it, trying to back me into a corner. But I’d won anyway. Because she was gone now, locked away where she belonged. The sound of heels clicking on marble pulled me from my thoughts. I turned to see Claire entering through the main doors, her blue dress catching the afternoon light, pearl earrings glinting. She looked radiant, victorious even. But her expression shifted when she saw me. Her eyes went past me to the window, then back t

"Count me in as permanent member of the team." "We never didn't count as a member of the house." I remarked gently. "But glad to know that your done going back and forth. Glad to see you on a permanent side." Claire was dressed in causal jeans and comfortable shirt that showed off her true beauty when she wasn't stuffed inside her work uniforms. Her usually kept up hair black hair, had been untangled and washed over her in waves. She still wore no makeup, but it wasn't like she needed it. She was beautiful enough.