Claire Dare Novels & Stories

The woman at the front was slender and relatively young, she had long curly hair and crystal blue eyes, she saw me and smiled, "Hello, may I help you?" everyone turned to face me, "I'm Claire Nightingale, Mrs. Jackson told me to check out the club. Would it be alright for me to observe today?" the woman nodded, "Yes, please, come sit." I went to an empty seat and set my bag on the floor; I felt someone poke my arm and looked over to see Harry. He passed me a note that I read: You must be following me or something because it seems that we are always running into each other without knowing it.

Time went by, I was heavily pregnant. I was due any moment. As for the Claire drama, she never signed the divorce papers, she was caught making transfers from Matt's Bank account into hers. It was an account she opened in another country where she was going to escape and live happily ever after with her, lover.

I gripped the steering wheel tight and stared at the road ahead with only one thing on my mind: that stupid dare. Everyone was waiting to see what would happen, to see if I would actually pull it off, but things were getting out of hand. The viral video from James's party had made Clara even more popular. Sloane was running around acting crazy jealous, and I wasn't even dating Clara yet. Clara had a sketch of me; maybe a crush too, but she'd been actively running away from me at school. I'm sure she thought I didn't notice. ‘Should I actually go through with it? Should I start the motion on the dare, or pull the plug before it completely blew up in my face?’ My thoughts were running wild.

It's Valentine's Day, and I'm at my desk at the county courthouse when my fiancee, Shelby Smith, walks in to get a marriage license with her male best friend, Liam Pearson. She slides her ID across the counter and offers a casual excuse. "Rowen, don't be mad. I lost a game of Truth or Dare. The penalty is being married to Liam for just one day. I'm bringing him back tomorrow for a divorce." Liam, who has a woman's jacket draped on his shoulders, pipes up with a snide grin. "I don't think Rowen is going to process this for us. After all, he's always had a problem with me. I just don't get men—" Before he can finish, I slam the official stamp down on their application form. "Why wouldn't I?

"Look, Claire," "Don't motherfucking touch me." She shoved me away. “It has to do with your attitude and rage.” "No... Don't blame me for everything. It is not operating. "You freaking beat her till she stopped breathing. She might have lost her life.” "And you care because?" she asked with her hands raised. “I said that she might have died.” "Well, she didn't. Do I need to tell you that the point of the dare is to put her through pain? Don't make me the subject of your pity party, then.”

Leo finally replied. “Agreed,” Arsen answered firmly. "Ahem… so here’s the thing. Actually, Claire is a college student who moved here a year ago from… umm… I heard it was Canada. Or was it Florida? I don’t know. But at first, everything was fine. Until one day, someone tried to harm Claire—you know, rape her. But unfortunately, the man failed—I don’t know who saved her. Then a few days later, the man who tried to rape Claire was found dead. An eyewitness saw that the one who killed him was a girl who looked like Claire, but she appeared more beautiful and cruel, dressed all in black.” Leo paused his story and took a sip of his nearly empty bourbon.

She leaned in closer to Jake who put his arm around her. “Okay Okay my turn” Claire announced pulling everyone from their conversations. “I have a group dare.” Claire then mind linked the girls ‘I dare us all to give our guys head without telling them what we’re doing. You all in.’ ‘Hell yeah’ they all answered. ‘Follow my lead’ Claire said. “I dare all the guys to pull your dicks out.” All the guys looked at each other confused but of course they didn’t want to be bested so they all stood up and pulled their pants and underwear down.

The company was preparing to host a major client from Qamaria. So, I pulled three straight all-nighters to put together a flawless reception plan. Unfortunately, I made a critical mistake in the middle of all that work. I completely forgot about the Qamarians' restrictions regarding the consumption of pork. By the time I realized my blunder, the menu featuring roast suckling pig had already been submitted to the catering department and could no longer be recalled. I slumped at my desk, my back drenched in cold sweat. If the client took offense, not only would the $300 million contract fall through, but I'd likely also be blacklisted by the entire industry. Just as I despaired and opened

NIGHT STALKER SERIES: Book 1: PYKE Camila The NIGHT STALKER CLUB is grandiloquent in red neon bold letters—it’s blindingly bright as to obscure my vision. The club is best known for elites and celebrities, but my cousin has the luck to work as one of the bartenders. I’m glad to hear the news of re-opening after the last month’s incident. It means my cousin is back in his work. Bianca presents our ID to one of the bouncers who looks huge and intimidating. He gives me a second look after glancing back to our ID on his hand. I may look younger than my age but I’m already twenty one and I just got my college degree.

That a paparazzo deals in drugs. Back to the matter at hand now. Claire was coming back. She doesn't know what to think or how to act right now. The fact that the little witch was coming back was scary to her. She was starting to get scared of the girl mostly because she was the reason why she got punished. After that incident in the pool, she became really scared of the girl and to think that she was scared of a teenager was something else. What if she didn't change at all?