Claire Holt Young Novels & Stories

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.

Next to her sat a teenage girl playing with her phone, whom Claire guessed was her daughter. "You're here too," Claire said, genuinely surprised by her boss's presence. "Of course, I had to come. Think of it as a vacation with my daughter," Shelly replied casually. "Kei, meet Claire Hampton, my coworker." She drew her daughter's attention. The teenager looked up, smiled warmly at Claire, and said, "Hi!" "How old are you?" Claire asked, curious. "Fifteen," Kei answered politely. "In that case, you're not too far apart in age," Claire noted, turning her gaze toward Abigail and Flavia. "This is Abigail, and this is Flavia. They're both thirteen, which makes them your younger classmates."

Tell me how that makes sense. --- I closed the curtains tightly and opened the drawer beneath the liquor cabinet. The house staff knew not to disturb me anymore. Henry must have paid them well to look the other way. I pulled out a plain black folder and laid it open across the table. Photos. Background checks. A few printed emails. Claire Walsh, aged twenty-five. Multiple aliases during her captivity. A series of encrypted signals was sent from Montenegro. The girl was clever—I’ll give her that. But I was patient.

The guests immediately looked over. They recognized the woman as Chelsea Holt, the youngest daughter of the Holt family. They had already heard that the eldest daughter of the Holt family, Joanne Holt, had become Mason Campos’ woman. The smart ones immediately figured out what was going on when they saw this scene. Someone attentively came forward and asked, “Young Lady Holt, what’s wrong?”

Hunter smirked as he breathed across from her face. Tbc... To those thinking how come Claire's a CE at such a young age. Come on, when a 5 yr old can hack into his billionaire father's company systems and make him almost go bankrupt, then my FL is still more mature than that 🤣

Not a leeching woman. I would forever be grateful to them. “Lara,” Bryan's voice cut off my thoughts. I blinked then smiled at him as he waved towards a petite framed woman with beautiful green eyes. Her perky white smile exposed a perfect set of teeth as she strolled over to us. “This is Claire Holt, a venture capitalist.” Bryan introduced once she was with us. “She's one of the strongest women I have ever met and known,” he added. The woman's face turned a deep shade of pink at his words and she palmed her face as she shook my hands firmly.

"Did I just hear you say witches?" They both turned around as they saw a blonde haired lady who had a slender body and perfect shape just like Elena. The only difference between them was the height and blonde hair. Clark smiled as he looked at the slender lady who now stood next to them as she occupied the vacant counter seat. "And you are?" Clark asked, still maintaining a broad smile as he looked at her. "Claire Holmes by name." She responded as she looked at Clark as she bit her lower lip. "And you are?" She questioned as she looked at his eyes.

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.

Henry didn't know how he was ever going to cope with someone like her. He also knew that she rarely settled down home for more than six months, Claire unlike her sister had studied History in Yale, then went to get her Master of Fine Arts at Yale school of art. Unlike her sister, she had chosen to gallivant around the world travelling instead of settling down somewhere after school. He came back out with the robe and Claire was already getting out of the water. She saw him and she smiled at him. "You're up early." She noted as she hoisted herself up and sat on the deck, Henry gave her the robe and looked away quickly. she had gone out swimming in a purple bikini.

"Claire Montgomery is not only the youngest person to be pursuing a PhD in the history of Northbridge Institute of Technology, but she also has an IQ of over 150. "Her research has been cited more than 500 times. Does a genius like her even need to steal a man in order to rise in society?" My former classmates came forward. "Her mother showed up at school and forced her to take a leave of absence to marry someone right in front of everyone! Claire was crying as they dragged her away. I'll never forget that!" "She helped us finish a project that won a National Science and Technology Award, but her name couldn't even be listed."