Claire Dare Novels & Stories

The sound continued until the room seemed filled with small electronic bursts coming from every corner of the table. Nobody spoke. I looked at Damien and he looked at me then I picked up my phone. The first notification was from a news organization. The second was another and then another. My name appeared across the screen again and again. CLAIRE LAURENT IS ALIVE. My fingers went cold. I opened one article. There was an old photograph of me but I barely recognized the woman in it. She was smiling at some charity event, standing beside Damien, her hand resting lightly against his arm.

But I just couldn't help it, I just couldn’t over the little similarities between us, I had to clarify this and put it to rest before moving on to another caller. “My name is Claire, I'm eighteen years old, Mister Miguel, and I lived with my mom and my big sister Victoria. Our dad is Austin Kendall and he has a new wife and a third daughter. Is that all you wish to know about me?” she asked me, smiling so beautifully. I felt my eyes tearing up once more and I had to blink suddenly before my tears spilled down my cheeks.

I open my mouth to scream but pause when I hear the familiar voice; “It’s me, bitch. Cut it out.” My mouth snaps shut as annoyance skitters down my spine. I fold my arms, lift my chin and glare down at her. Dressed in black hoodie and matching dark leggings, Claire looks like a nineteen year old hipster kid. “Claire? That’s a terrible disguise. What the hell do you want?” She takes a step in my direction, her eyes sparking venom; “You’re behind that terrible review stunt, aren’t you? You’re behind everything that’s been happening for the past few weeks.”

Scarlett ( Red ):::::: The Sassy and badass personality. ♤♤♤♤ THE BEGINNING ♤♤♤♤ “Hey! Watch it freak!” A student bumped into Claire Wilson as she was walking to her next class, making her fall. But instead of apologizing, the screamed at her. Claire Wilson is a beautiful eighteen years old girl with pale and delicate skin. Black and white baby eyes. And mostly, long deep brown hair with little curls that go down to her waist. And that's one thing many of the female students are jealous of.

Lea was delighted to hear that and quickly introduced herself, "Thank you so much. I'm Lea. I apologize for being bold earlier, asking for your contact from my friend Amanda. She said you might be able to help with my issue. Oh, yes, this concerns the masquerade party last Saturday." The voice on the other end, supposedly Daisy according to Amanda, responded promptly, "Oh, Amanda's friend, right? Sure, what can I help you? I am one of the organizers of the event.” "That's right, Daisy. I was at the event. Can I find out information about another participant just based on the costume they wore?" Lea asked cautiously, unsure if her question might violate the organizers' confidentiality rules.

*Claire’s Point of View* --- "Is this a prank, Mom?" I asked and looked her in the eyes to see the truth. She took a deep breath, and she seemed serious. I turned my gaze to the man, and he wanted to touch me, so I stepped backward. And he spoke. "Claire Daven, I am so sorry for leaving an----" He started, but I cut him off. I just don't know what I am feeling right at this moment.

However, Damian wasn't intimidated by these unusual beasts. “Roarrrrrrrrr!" Roaring back, he ran towards them.... Year: 2020 Location: Somewhere in the US. Clara, a beautiful teenage girl, was on her way to her new school, Great Hill High School. She wasn't really excited about it because she had lots of friends in her former school, and she was going to miss them a lot. She had a sad expression on her face as she looked out of the car window while her mom drove her....

Claire teased Aria. "No, not anyone. Only you and Adam" Aria pointed out defensively. Claire sighed. She know Aria is soft hearted and is scared of rain, thunderstorms and darkness. According to Adam, she was not like this in the beggining. This started after she came from Green bay. He feels like, something must have happened there to make her so jumpy. Claire thinks so too. But Aria barely opens up about everything that happened there. Not even the name of her stepbrother.

She resolved to confront Dakota, to thank him for his sacrifice and share in the burden of protecting their pack from the looming threat of the twelve. Leaving the old archive behind, Claire carried the weight of Dakota's sacrifice in her heart, a flame of gratitude burning brightly within her. The journey ahead would be treacherous, but armed with newfound knowledge and a profound understanding of their interconnected destinies, Claire and Dakota were prepared to face whatever challenges awaited them.

What just happened? "Anyone else? I will show you if I am qualified enough to lead you guys to battle," Claire said calmly, and the men looked at each other awkwardly. Liam stared at Claire with his eyes full of shock as she stared at the crowd with her eyes full of confidence. Claire was a little girl who always followed him with her eyes full of adoration. Where was that girl and who was this confident woman who was fighting like a seasoned warrior? When and how did she become this strong? He knew she was trouble, but this solidified his reason to get rid of her. She was dangerous, and it was time to get her out of his way!