Claire Cyberpunk Romance Novels & Stories

Otherwise, Lorelei wouldn't have gotten so mad to the point of slapping Claire when she'd seen the two so close to each other. "I guess so," Lucille replied. Then, Bailey turned her attention to Claire and asked in a solemn tone, "You sure you were just discussing the script with Neal?" With a calm expression, Claire covered her now less swollen face and answered, "Yes." … Claire reached the Phoenix Room in Zaytun Pavilion, wearing a hat and scarf wrapping around her face, revealing only her glittering eyes. Neal looked at her with a wry smile. "Anyone who didn't know better might think you're here for a secret rendezvous with your lover."

I blushed. I stared at our joined hands, his muscular and big hands engulfing my tiny and slender hands. I wanted that hand to be all over me, touching and exploring every inch of my skin. Sighting out those secret curves and edges that would make me arch my back and scream his name in ecstasy. Oh my god Claire! Get a grip of yourself. Your in public and a few e seconds ago, you were about to loose your life. Well it's still not over yet. Liliana was still growling and she was still being held down.

Because if Claire was reaching out—about Jolene—then it meant something was already broken. I met her at the club she worked at, though calling that place a “club” was generous. The air was heavy with smoke and the kind of perfume that made your eyes water. Neon lights pulsed along the ceiling, casting pink and red shadows on curves that didn’t leave much to the imagination. Claire stood near the bar, her body wrapped in a black halter top and shorts so tight they should’ve come with a warning. She was in full performer mode—head tilted just enough to tease, lips parted like she was tasting electricity—but the moment I walked up and grabbed her arm, something behind her eyes shifted.

"Okay, now you must go get your man, girl! I'll help, but Arnold will be mad; he doesn't want us working outside." "But you're working online," Claire pointed out. Yvonne nodded. " Online right not outside so " "He'll have to understand; I'm going to work at Dave's company, and even Dave won't stop me." Claire snuggled into the blankets. "Go girl, I've got your back," Yvonne said with a smirk. Two months later... ****** Hie guys sorry for the late update,if you are loving the story leave your comments thank you

continued Arianna but Weston interrupted her. "Hang on, hang on. I've got the idea. I'll wait for her to respond," he said with a laugh. Arianna stayed for a few more minutes and then left since she had to feed her little one. Weston went up to his room to read the book. It seemed that the female protagonist called Annabella Darlington was twelve when she met the male protagonist Colton Fray who was eighteen. The story started the same way as theirs. Colton's twin brother Grayson seemed like a carbon copy of Hudson. Everything proceeded the same way as their love story did. On Annabella's sixteenth birthday the fight between Colton and Jordan was similar to that between him and Gordon. Colt

“We were never supposed to—” He interrupted me. “The couple who own your apartment in Rio seem very happy.” I stopped. He held my gaze. “It’s not that humans and vampires can’t fall in love, Claire.” “It’s that I made you believe they couldn’t.” For the first time, I didn’t argue. Late that night, my phone lit up. A message. From Caelan. [Tomorrow. Eight o’clock.] [The Observatory.] [I’ll make you believe I can.]

Chapter 14 ~ARDEN~ I kept pressing hard against Elana's chest. Blood spread on my hands but I ignored the violent ache spreading through my body. The same terrifying truth echoed in my ears. She wasn't breathing. No, she couldn't be gone. Not when I’d only just begun to understand what she’d become to me. I closed my eyes and reached deeper toward the power buried within my own soul. "If there's anything left... take it." Heat exploded through my veins as the violet glow returned, brighter than before, swallowing my hands until I could no longer see.

“I like the taverns back in Elementa. Enjoying a cold mug of cheerymix and grilled ribs” “Excuse me” she said getting up. Clara switched seats instantly. “Kieran” she said. “What is it?” he asked confused on the closeness. “Just look into my eyes”. “Okay, you’re acting weird” he stated quirking a brow and looking away. She leaned closer and cupped his cheeks. That had Danny dropping her straw. “What the fuck?” she whispered. Clara’s eyes subtly glowed green and that drew Kieran in as if hypnotized. She smiled and she would have succeeded if not for the table getting shook.

Every breath felt like a battle. I was searching for something. No. For someone. “Lyrian,” I called. “Lyrian, where are you?” No answer. Only my boots against stone, my ragged breathing, and the distant howl of the wind through broken windows. I turned a corner and froze. Clara stood at the far end of the corridor, her robes shimmering with dark energy. Her amber eyes glowed, too bright, too cold, touched by something not of this world. “Looking for your mate?” Clara’s voice echoed, hollow and mocking. “He is busy. Busy looking for evidence that does not exist.”

In the hallway, I ran into Lisha, who was reapplying her lipstick. "So, which one are you targeting?" she asked. "I’m going for Mason Clark. He’s got that 'playboy' energy that’s easy to manipulate. Cole Ryder is a god, but he’s made of ice—I tried to get close and he almost took my head off with a look. And Noah? Too stiff. Mason is my mark." I didn't even respond. I just wanted to leave. I turned toward the emergency exit to get some air, and in my frustration, I gave the heavy security door a sharp kick.