Claire Danes Young Novels & Stories

Claire was coming? Claire Mitchell. Twenty. Gorgeous. Sarcastic. Witty as hell. The female Dylan. The one person in my family I could tolerate, since we had one thing in common. We were both screw-ups. After thoughtful deliberation, I slammed the door shut and got ready for the airport. The final months may be worthwhile after all. **** "Dylan!" She squealed, leaping from the ground, then latching her arms around my waist. I let her rest her head over my chest before stroking her hair. She's wearing the signature Claire look. Blue jeans and a black shirt. The female Dylan in the fucking flesh.

A message from Claire. LUNCH DATE. YOU CAN’T SAY NO. SEE YOU AT 2PM. He exhaled a smile. Claire had been good to him, genuinely good. She’d been helping him position for the Hayes Group succession, and honestly, the least he could do was show up. It felt like the right thing, maybe the only right thing today. Claire chose a quiet corner of the restaurant, away from wandering eyes. She looked beautiful, soft and warm but there was still a hint of yesterday in her expression. She was happy to see Darren, but he could tell she hadn’t fully shaken off the sting of Natalie’s slap.

Someone had been eavesdropping. "Hello? Claire, you still there?" "Um…yeah." Claire swallowed. "You know what, D. I'll tell you later. I have to go now." Danielle sighed. "Make a girl wait, will you. I'm sure you have good reason anyway. Bye!" Claire said her goodbyes and hung up. New York was really getting strange. She had no idea there was a game on ground, and she was a pawn on the chess board that some players wanted to make queen, and others wanted to eliminate completely.

Care ordered. “Nah, come and see this.” Clary grabbed her arms and showed the front cover. It’s Daniel’s next movie announcement. His bright gorgeous face is everywhere on the magazine pages. Care blinked at it without a reply. “Aren’t you excited about this?” Clary raised an eyebrow.

Some reporters who were attending the gala like friends, pulled out their phones and instantly started capturing every single thing. While Carlos and his father quickly moved to confront him, a sharp yell echoed in the hall, "What the fuck is wrong with these people?" It was Claire. Standing in the middle of the room, dressed in a baby pink ball gown as if she were the princess of innocence. "Here's the drama," Valentina giggled. "Why do people keep coming in the way of my happiness?" Claire yelled, "Throw money. Do whatever it takes. But I want to marry Steven only!"

Emily clapped so enthusiastically that she almost dropped the clipboard tucked beneath her arm. I looked toward Damien and he was already watching me there wasn't the slightest hesitation when Mr. Henderson turned to him. "Wouldn't you agree?" Damien smiled. "Completely." His voice carried easily through the ballroom. "This gala has always been Claire's vision." The words stole my breath. "I simply had the privilege of watching her bring it to life." Something inside me loosened and for just one moment I forgot the divorce, I forgot Tiffany and I forgot yesterday. I simply allowed myself to feel proud. I'd earned this.

And for the most part of Clare's stay, the two never sat through dinner together either. As if preparing for a duel, Clare got ready in one of her best dinner outfits and headed to the dining hall. She no longer questioned the Duchess's motives behind her sudden requests. Violet was already there when Clare arrived. Clare was only a few steps through the door when she unconsciously looked in Violet's direction and found the woman ogling at her. She had seen that kind of look before. They were usually from her male counterparts, so it was a strange discovery to spot it on the woman who hated her guts. But like a flash of lightning, it disappeared from the Duchess's face, replaced by a blank m

Claire as Elara's childhood best friend? Wasn’t she supposed to be dead?

Oslaz said. "Oh..." Understanding flickered across her face—but vanished just as fast. She scrunched her features in disbelief. "People do that? Young people of today… Did you do that with Zyliah?" She immediately faced me. "Did he do that to you?" I shook my head. She turned to him. "What's her last name?" "Bermout. Claire Bermout. She's the daughter of..." "Danielle Holly Bermout. The famous actress and musician?" Grandma Charlotte wrinkled her nose.

**A New Kind of First Love** As Claire and Ethan settled into their new lives, focusing on rebuilding their business and embracing their fresh start, their daughter Lillian was quietly embarking on her own journey. At sixteen, Lillian had grown into a thoughtful, creative, and independent young woman, deeply influenced by the resilient spirit of her parents. She had always been close with Claire and Ethan, sharing her dreams and fears with them, but in recent months, she had begun keeping something important to herself.