Claire Cyberpunk Romance Novels & Stories

The prescription would cost at least forty. Got it. How was the calc test? Aced it! MIT here I come! Claire smiled despite her exhaustion. Clara was going to MIT. No matter what it took. That night, lying in the bed she shared with Clara, Claire pulled out Damian Cole's business card. She'd looked him up during break. Thirty-two. Self-made billionaire. Photos showed him at galas with beautiful women, always perfect, always untouchable. And she'd dumped coffee on him. Clara peered over her shoulder. "Who's that?"

“Clara.“ She had long, rich brunette hair that fell in soft waves, warm brown eyes that seemed to hold fire and vulnerability at the same time, and full lips that looked like they were made for sin and secrets. Even in the simple photo, she radiated something raw and alive ...a spark that made my cold, dead heart stutter for the first time in decades. I stared at the image, unable to look away. My thumb traced the line of her cheek on the screen. A deep, possessive hunger bloomed inside my chest, spreading like wildfire through my veins. This wasn’t simple interest. This was obsession. Instant and consuming. “She’s… perfect,” I whispered, my voice low and reverent. “Look at her. So full of l

With a trembling nod, Claire extended her hand, their fingers intertwining in a silent embrace. Nathan's touch sent a surge of warmth coursing through Claire's veins, their connection reigniting like a dormant flame. It was a touch filled with understanding, an unspoken promise to cherish and protect what they held dear. They stood there, enveloped in a moment of fragile vulnerability and hesitant hope.

I need claire so that I can distract myself from Camilla, I have to stop my beating heart to fall for the enemy's daughter. "Alpha look at me, are you sure that you don't want to fuck me," Claire asked me putting a hand on her one boob to excite me and I give her a bore expression. claire make a sour face and that is enough for me to understand that she wants my attention which I refused to give her. "if you don't want my alpha, why did you call me? that whore Camilla has done magic on you," Claire said in a hateful manner and within a second I grab her neck and squeeze it hard

They made love again, not in the grass, but in the old library ruin, where the marble still held heat from the day’s sun. They moved slowly, whispering apologies between every kiss. He worshiped her body. She surrendered to his hands. It was healing. It was claiming. It was letting go. When they climaxed together, their bodies clenched like they were exorcising something dark. After, she lay against his chest. “I don’t want to be a daughter,” she whispered. “I want to be something I choose.” “You already are,” Ethan said. “You’re everything.” Back in the city, Claire stood over her desk, staring at the final unsealed file.

My pulse quickens as I push the door ajar, the sight before me shattering the fragile walls of my world. Cain is there, his shirt half-unbuttoned, his arms wrapped around her. Claire. My best friend. The woman who stood beside me during my mating ceremony. My breath catches, a choked sob escaping my lips before I can stop it. Their heads snap toward me. “Cain…” My voice trembles as I step inside, my hands shaking. “What are you doing?” Claire smirks, a cruel twist of her lips that turns my stomach. Cain doesn’t bother to pull away from her. His icy gaze pierces me, filled with disdain rather than the guilt I hope to see.

The text read: "I was abducted by some men in yellow masks and I managed to escape with my life. They took my phone and cloned it so whatever call or text you received was not from me." After reading it I froze and the phone almost slipped from my fingers. My legs felt weak and I began to stagger. Felix grabbed my shoulders and his grip was firm. "What's wrong bro? Talk to me because you're scaring me." I stood there and the words wouldn't come out. My mouth opened but nothing came. I really messed up. Claire's POV I opened my eyes and saw myself in someone's living room. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar and painted a dull cream color.

I say. "I like my wild Damon. I do not want a softy. Do not change. This is who we are. We are wild in bed, but the perfect couple in public. Well, we are at least respectable in public," Claire laughs. "You just like wild sex," I say. "Yes, I do, and I love being your naughty girl who needs a hiding. I am tired. Hold me," Claire says.

Claire was ready to spin her spear as she flew forward swiftly into the dragon's mouth. Claire then saw an increasingly faint gap in the center of the flames that were coming out of the dragon's mouth. Greenish gaps that are starting to fade. Claire quickly penetrated into the gap and at once she was back into the algorithms room. "Leon!" exclaimed Claire when she was back in. In the algorithms room, Claire is back to herself just as she was when she first came in here. Now she could not see the floating pictures anymore, but the floating numbers, because she didn't wear Leon's special glasses. Claire looked everywhere but couldn't find Leon.

"Let it go. Give it to him. And when he's crazy about your charm, whatever you ask for, he'll give it to you. Oh, right? Problem solved immediately." "What?!" Claire turned to the soul reaper in shock. Claire seems to be getting Gami's plan. She will make love to the two and in the end, will ask them to give up their long lives. But she can't! Claire doesn't even know if she really knows how to seduce. But what else can she do? She had to try because that was her mission. She needs to finish to do what needs to be done... to get what she wants to get. Whatever it was, she knew it was important even though she had no memory. Maybe she won't risk herself if the deal isn't important.