Claire Holt Young Novels & Stories

Eleanor sat beside them, elegant at seventy-eight, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief even though the ceremony hadn't started yet. "I'm practicing," she said when Damian teased her about it. "I want to be prepared for the real waterworks." Clara arrived just before the procession began, sliding into the seat on Claire's other side. At forty-one, she was now a senior aerospace engineer at NASA - Elena's dream for her daughter had come true. She'd never married, claimed she was too busy changing the world, but she'd been an incredible aunt to the twins. "Remember when we thought we'd never get here?" Clara whispered to Claire as the graduates began filing in. "When you were working double sh

“Hand cream?” Claire shook her head. “No, thanks.” But when she turned to face Nadine, her eyes narrowed. “You… you look familiar.” Nadine smiled. “I'm Nadine Hale.” Claire frowned, her gaze sharpening as she racked her brain to place the name and face. Finally, her brows raised, recognition settling. “You're… Lyra’s friend? The one from the tape.” Nadine smirked. “Not how I'd like to be remembered, but yeah.”

said Carol and grabbed Claire from her arm to pull her forward . " He he he he !.........Claire.......how about you do a little performance for us ? " said Chloe with a devilish smirk . " Performance ? " said Edward surprised . " This girl is known for being a computer . She often takes part in competitions with money prizes . Knowing your obsession with Puff collectibles , I am sure the two of you are here to grab the first prize . As always , Claire will come to your attendance Carol . " said Chloe . " Chloe , Claire is my friend . " said Chloe, and Claire stopped her from going to Chloe .

she asked, her voice tight, like it was caught in her throat. It clicked then. Of course. She didn’t know who Claire was. I hadn't introduced Claire to her. I exhaled, rubbing a hand across the back of my neck. “Hilary,” I said carefully, “this is Clare. Our new chef from the Bennett mansion, Regina specially picked her.” The confusion on her face deepened, but I pressed on, wanting her to understand. “Trust me, she’s good. You don’t have to starve yourself anymore in the name of being busy. You can eat as much as you want every single day now.”

The lake trip had become reality. The house transformed immediately. Conversation filled every room. Laughter echoed down hallways. Apparently teenage girls could generate enough energy to power several small cities. Interesting. Very interesting. Claire arrived carrying photographs of rocks. Actual printed photographs. Organized alphabetically. Naturally. Emma arrived carrying a telescope. Naturally. Sophie arrived carrying snacks and insisting she was only there because everyone else was incapable of planning effectively. Also naturally. Mrs. Holt adored all three of them within approximately fourteen minutes.

I watch as she opens the envelope I recognize and takes out the contents. "Two drivers' licenses. One belonging to Horatio Riolli and one to Claire Carlisle-Bent." I pick them up, glance at Claire's. That was Valentina's mother's name. She can't be more than seventeen, eighteen here. She's smiling but there's a drawn look to her, a shadow in her eyes. Horatio, I recognize, even though he's much younger here. According to the licenses, they're both from Houston, Texas. Not New England where he'd always said he was from.

"But can you do me a favor? Will you listen to it, Hilary?" I nodded eagerly. "Of course." "Wait a moment." Claire stood up and stormed out of the kitchen and after a few seconds, she came back with a picture frame in her hand. Once she seated, she handed out the picture frame to me and I looked at it in curiosity. It was a picture of her young self and next to her was a man which I presumed, Khloe's father. They were sitting on a familiar place, yeah it was so familiar to me because they were in Khloe's tree house. What really surprised me was the little chubby girl on the man's lap.

"Hello, Mr. Holt. Why are you here so early in the day?" Holt nodded in greeting before saying coldly, "Wake her up and help her prepare all the documents. We'll be leaving in five minutes." Clara hurried to do as he said. She opened Amy's bedroom door and said, "Wake up, Ms. Quilton. Mr. Holt is here." However, no one responded to her. Clara called again, "Ms. Quilton, did you hear me?" She walked to the bed and lifted the blanket. Then, she screamed in surprise.

She's as young as my son and her hair was blue as ice. She smiles sheepishly at me. "Dad, I want you to meet Claire. Claire, this is my father. Hugo Saintclare." Ben gestured us to each other. "Hi. It's a pleasure to meet you young lady." I say, offering a handshake. She accepts and kept her smile on her face. I knew why my son liked her, she is indeed a beautiful young teenage girl and I can tell that she is nice. "Im very honored to meet you Mr. Saintclare. My mom and all of my aunts are huge huge fans of yours." She tells me.

"You asked me to contact Claire’s relatives. She has none, except for an aunt who has dementia and lives alone. By my sources, I found out that Claire lived her entire life in New York, but when she was 18, she moved to the UK. There is no clear reason for her move to the UK, except that people say she wanted to travel the world. However, I found it suspicious, considering Claire’s history." "I contacted my sources at Oxford and found out that Claire was indeed enrolled there in the same course as your mom. And Politician Scuderi, who studied law, happened to take a minor in Fiona and Claire’s department," Adeline said. "Claire was either expelled or resigned. We’re not sure which, but then