Claire Cyberpunk Romance Novels & Stories

She was about to tell the girl to breathe and take things easy when Adriella added, “Some people say I sound conceited when I introduce myself like this but I don’t know, I feel it’s safer for them. You know, so they don't offend me and use the ‘I had no idea’ excuse. I feel it’s a good way to introduce oneself, no? It’s easier to avoid quarrels.” Clara could not hold it in any longer. She snorted a laugh she had been trying so hard not to let spill. “I’m Clara. Clara Thorpe, history and archaeology major. I try to work out once in a while but it is an absolute torture and I’d rather rip my eyeballs out than follow a routine for more than a month. I love urban fantasy, romance, adventure, hi

I hated how comfortable she seemed beside him and I hated how naturally she belonged here snd most of all, I hated the fact that Damien trusted her, and trust was dangerous, trust became attachment and attachment became love. The possibility unsettled me far more than I wanted to admit. My eyes drifted toward the chair Claire had occupied. The chair where she had sat moments earlier and something white protruded from beneath it at first, I ignored it but then curiosity won. "One moment." Damien didn't respond and I doubted he even heard me because he was already buried in numbers and contracts again. I bent down and reached beneath the chair and the paper slid free easily and for several sec

The sales lady asked. "I want this!" We told the woman next to me at the same time and pointed to that watch at the same time. "Is this the BOSS Velocity Black Men's Watch?" "Yes!" I frowned because we were still talking together. "I'm sorry ma'am but there's only one left." "It's okay, I went first--" "What? Excuse me, Miss? I was the first--" My eyes widened when I saw who that girl was... "Oh my god! It's you, Claire!" She quickly hugged me and was still jumping up and down like a child.

Lifting his hands to hold her breasts, he then sucked hard until Claire let out a moan. In the final moment, Claire was engulfed by a storm of pleasure, feeling so fragile, ultimately unable to withstand the raging surge and fainting away. The night was deep, profound like ink, as if it wanted to entwine the passion within the bedroom until the end of time. The morning light streamed in through the wide-open French windows. When the first rays of dawn entered the room, Claire, despite enduring much fatigue through the night, surprisingly opened her eyes early. Her gaze fell upon a expanse of bronzed skin.

Clair Anderson laughs maniacally. She could already picture herself in the arms of Damon, there was no stopping her now. No mate no bond, now a chosen bride is what is left. “What if…” “ the dead do not speak. How many times do I have to repeat myself” Clair roared angrily. “Fine… I got you the first time” he wasted no time in diving in and just like Clair, Ranah was waiting for the results. Time seems to move by slowly to their displeasure. It felt like forever.

I was in a good mood then; if not, I might have taken matters into my own hands. My attention was drawn by the sound of the door opening. Instinctively, I watched as Claire hopped into the seat beside me. I put on my sunglasses and turned on the car, which gave a satisfying roar. Then, I nodded at Ron and drove off, out of the dirt track and woods, onto the main road. As I drove, I couldn't help but notice how nice Claire smelled. I turned to give her a quick look. From her black hair laced with green to her porcelain skin, she looked extraordinary, even for a werewolf. Even with these features, she looked really beautiful with her ocean-green eyes and lips that looked utterly sinful.

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:

"There's also a conflicted look on your face. Come on, spill. What's bothering you?" Quinn was a beautiful young woman with chocolate skin and long dark dreadlocks that reached her waist. They were dyed at the tips with a goldish-caramel colour. She had large brown eyes that shone brightly when kissed by the sun. At thirty-three, she was already an established author who wrote romantic novels for a living. Claire sighed and took a sip from her glass. She said, "I don't know what to do. I found something that could really hurt Oliver and his family today. I should be happy because I want revenge... however, Oliver helped my daughter today.

It felt Caiden had been waiting for the right moment to reappear. “What’s your plan?” Caiden came to stand by her chair. “There’s a hacker in your classes at school, he can help you.” Clara looked at him skeptically. “How do I convince a hacker to help me out?” Caiden grinned at her. "The hacker just happens to have a crush on Clarissa. You’re going need to flirt a little. It will hurt me to see you flirt with another man, but I’ll allow it.”

Her hands cradled his, her fingers intertwined with his.For a moment, Denzel forgot to breathe. He gazed at Claudine, seeing her this close for the first time.Her delicate features, softened by sleep, captivated him. Full lips, slightly parted, invited his attention. Her eyelashes, dark and luscious, framed her closed eyes.Denzel's gaze wandered to her hair, spread across his bed like silk. The moonlight danced through the strands, highlighting subtle hues.As he studied Claudine, Denzel felt an unfamiliar stir. His heart, long encased in grief, fluttered.For the first time, he realized Claudine's beauty. Not just physical, but the kindness and compassion she embodied.Denzel's thoughts began