Claire Cyberpunk Romance Novels & Stories

About the Author Clare Felix writes MM Romance and BL fiction about men who are complicated in specific and recognisable ways, and about the people who love them anyway. Clare Felix is interested in the redemption arc when it costs something real, in the billionaire trope when the money is not the point, in forced proximity when the forcing produces something neither character planned, and in second chances when the change required to deserve the second chance is genuine and visible and hard. The Billionaire's Regret Clause is Clare Felix's debut novel. The next one is already underway — a different kind of clause, a different kind of waiting, the same fundamental question: what does it take

Then Zara said, “Okay. Who else is in love?” Silence. Then Claire: “I am.” Everyone turned. “You are?” Mira said. “Since when?” “Since always,” Claire said, calm as ever. “With Mateo from the art department.” Rose blinked. “Mateo? The one who painted that mural of the wolf in the library?” “The same.” Zara: “You’ve never told us!” “I didn’t have to,” Claire said. “We just… exist together.” Mira: “Do you even talk?”

Breaking the Rules Claire had crossed lines before. She had lied, manipulated, and played dirty when she had to. But this? This was different. This wasn’t just about revenge anymore. This was about survival. And she was about to step into a world where one wrong move could destroy everything. The Plan The room was silent as Daniel set the laptop on the table. Claire stood beside Adrian, watching as the screen flickered to life. A black window filled with lines of code appeared.

Joan let out a surprised yelp, her hands coming up to steady Claire, but Claire didn't let go. She pressed her face into Joan’s chest, her mouth finding a nipple, sucking it hard, pulling at the skin with a hunger that caught Joan completely off guard. "Claire, stop! What…" Joan started, but the protest died in her throat. "Touch me," Claire gasped, her voice trembling, no longer the shy, quiet sister. "Please, Joan. I need you to touch me." Claire jammed Joan’s fingers between her legs, grinding her clit against the older nun's knuckles, forcing the contact. Joan’s eyes widened, her initial shock turning into a slow, dark spark of realization. She felt the heat, the absolute desperation rad

Blood raced from one extreme to another until finally her grip on Jean’s aching hand relaxed and her body slumped backwards on to the bed. Such incredible pleasure from one hand. Afterwards, collapsed in exhaustion on the bed, Clare asked him, ‘Do you play guitar?’ He looked at her blankly. She smiled contentedly. He hadn’t even managed to get his trousers off - what a gent! *** It was obvious from the noise floating into the centre of the suite that Francesca and Bertrand were far from finished. Clare had wandered out of her room to the mini-bar and couldn’t help noticing that Francesca hadn’t bothered to shut her door. This was yet another first for Clare after her first Sapphic situation

They reentered the bookstore. Edith looked up immediately. “Well?” “Coffee,” Clara said. Edith squinted at Alex. “You have a familiar face.” “I don’t believe we’ve met.” “Hm.” Memory plays tricks. Clara returned to the counter, but her hands were no longer steady. Alexander. Daniel. Water. Fire. Unfinished stories. Outside, the rain intensified once more. And for the first time since the accident— Clara felt something impossible begin to stir. Not hope.

“You have to choose between us because I will never share you with her.” Aiden chuckled slightly, his words slurred from alcohol. “Claire, we’re done. I don’t love you anymore. I never did. You were just… there. For three years, you were just my toy. You see her?” He pointed at Serena. “This is my class, rich, classy, elegant. Have you looked at yourself?” He scoffed. “Do something about your life. Or better yet, disappear forever.” He grabbed Serena’s hand and walked out, leaving me behind.

"Was hoping you'd say that, the girl's name is Skyler Stander, tonight I'll bring her to your chosen location, but I'll be having some heat on my tail so she's coming with the bag of cash with her, then I'll lead the heat away from you" "Aah, so you're giving me the slip again hey?" "No, you said one night alone with me, you didn't say when or where" "Ah fuck" Claire laughed. "Bring her to the old abandoned factory on the east side of town, I'll be there, and I want a kiss before you leave" "You can kiss Skyler, she's a real babe" "Why do you avoid me so!?" Claire swiveled her beer "It's complicated, maybe one day I'll tell you, but for now I look forward to your date, you better make it wor

Clara closed the file slowly, heart steady, mind sharp. She wasn’t stepping back. She was stepping forward. Into the light. And into a game where love was no longer private, it was currency.

She looked up to find Alaina waiting for her to speak up with a slight smile. "Oh! I forgot." That girl said as she pressed her palm with her forehead. Alaina found that gesture a sweet one. She was cute. "I am Clara. I wanted a book Nectar of Pain." She at last told her demand as Alaina gave her that book and made her library card with Clara's constant staring. Alaina didn't know why she was staring at her like that with her big blue eyes. Alaina's eyes were too blue but with a little shade of grey making her enticingly beautiful. Alaina handed her the book as she was getting confused with her constant staring.