Claire Booth Novels & Stories

Craig was the biggest story the press had on the Lachlan heiress right now because we hadn’t given them anything bigger yet. Chin high, I stepped out. Look at me. I’m the story here. I walked the driveway, heels clicking against the stone, jeans and coat pulled tight against the night air. New hair, flawless makeup, attitude sharper than a blade. I’m the story. Tonight, the gossip wouldn’t be about Craig. The world’s eyes would be on me. “Impromptu press conference?” Williams muttered beside me. “As your bodyguard, I have to warn you—Clara is going to kill you.”

“Not my ex-husband.” Claire nodded, but she did not move on. She paused and tilted her head a little, like she understood. “Of course,” Claire said. “Of course. But you have to admit, the world is fascinated. A woman who walked away from a billionaire. Who built an empire from nothing. Who refused to be invisible.”

“Legal advisor to the Halest family.” Not wanting to be rude, Claire shook hands with the man. “Claire Berkeley.” Before she turned to face Ajax. “Can anyone tell me what’s going on?” She was so confused and anxious, there was no other way to say it. A terrible feeling was boiling in the pit of her stomach and no matter how much she tried, goosebumps stayed pretty prominent on her arms and legs.

The company had the best resources and the best people, including PR general manager, Claire Eastly. Claire was a top-notch scorer in both PR and crisis management. There was once an ill-mannered celebrity who was renowned for her discourtesy and always bragged about her money. While she was a household name for her arrogance within the circle, Claire managed to spin up her celebrity image as ‘The Savage Queen’, garnering favor amongst the public.

the weighing of trust, of readiness, of whether this particular truth would help or harm. Then she pulled out the stool across from Eve and sat down. "Her name was Claire," Nonna said. "Claire Ashworth, before she married Antonio Valentino. American girl. Beautiful....not in the way this world expects its women to be beautiful, not polished or calculated, but genuinely, quietly beautiful. The kind of woman who lit up a room without trying." Eve stayed very still, not wanting to break whatever had opened.

“Ms. Greene! Ms. Greene!” The paparazzi hollered my name as I walked into my office building, my Jimmy Choo heels clicking on the ground with each step. Being the daughter of two successful designers has its perks, but you better believe that I worked my ass off to become who I am today: Stephanie Greene, CEO of Claudette Reed, one of the hottest brands that New York has ever seen. My dad, Matthew Greene, CEO of Greene Designs, spoiled me as I grew up. I was his little princess back then. I still am, but now I rather that he calls me “queen” instead. He said the only queen in his life is my mom, Emma.

"Tell Thomas Blackwood I quit. Tell him to find someone else to destroy Sophia Dante, because I won't do it anymore." "You'll be sued for breach of contract—" one lawyer started. "Then I'll be sued." Claire picked up her purse. "But I won't be part of this anymore." She walked to the door, paused, and looked back at Sophia one more time. "For what it's worth, I really do think you're incredible. Your fashion show, the way you handled the bombing, everything you've built—that's real talent. Real strength. I'm sorry I tried to take it from you."

The child Benjamin claimed didn’t exist. Stephanie carried her out of the car, holding her firmly against her hip. Claire was dressed in a pale yellow dress with little white shoes, and sunflower-shaped shades. She was too young to know she was at the center of a legal battlefield. But that also meant she wasn't fully aware of what was going on so she was waving at everyone as we made our way up. She thought this was all just some fun parade.

She was a short-haired woman, not much taller than Nicholas or Noel, so Claire needed to look up to talk to the two policemen. "Can we know your identity?" "My name is Claire, Claire Pennington. I'm not married, I'm thirty years old." Claire pointed at the waterfall. "People told me to come to this tourist spot, because they said I would get a partner if I threw a lucky coin into the waterfall!" Claire's voice trembled, she was still in shock after several hours of seeing the bodies there. Her eyes glazed over as she continued, "But when I threw my second coin, I saw someone's hand. I called the tour guard, and... we found a body!"

Shane had heard of the incident and was impressed by Lillian's will and reserve and had brought them both on board. Clara had been living on a reservation some 62 years earlier when she had caught Shane's attention. She'd been an orphan who was very vocally active in pursuing rights for Native Americans as well as homosexuals, and this at a time when just saying the word "gay" could get one lynched. She had actually been told about the world of magical beings by Shane and was then given a choice. Having no family to leave behind, she had embraced the offer, learning everything that Shane had to teach her.