Claire Hundred Novels & Stories

Regina raised her eyebrows and showed provocation because she knew what was going to happen next. Regina cleaned everything up and put it in her bag. She walked out of the classroom and walked down to the school cafeteria. In front of the cafeteria door, Claire had been waiting for Regina for a long time. When she saw Regina approaching, Claire happily waved her hand. Claire Belinda has been Regina's best friend since childhood. She is the daughter of the president of the Belinda jewelry group. Claire's whole family has always loved Regina and her mother. Claire always stood up for Regina when she was in trouble. Later, Claire went to study abroad, so there was no one to support Regina anymo

His facial features were like a muscular model. Clara estimated that he was over six feet tall. The aura of nobility he exuded was very strong. Clara couldn't take her eyes off him. “Good morning, Mr. Halle.” Sheina's voice cut through Clara's observation. With a slight reverence, Clara introduced herself. “Hello, Mr. Halle. I'm the PR professional who was transferred from the overseas branch. My name is Clara Clark.” At that name, Adrian raised his eyebrow in surprise. The name sounded familiar. But he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

A whiteboard stood in the corner, covered in scribbles — timelines, names, a photo of Daniel Harper circled in red. And standing beside it? The mechanic. Arms crossed. Jaw tight. But not alone. Across from him, hands in the pockets of a long coat, stood Claire. Not the Claire from the dorm. Not the quiet roommate (though some may think she is actually quiet) This was Claire Whitmore — Creative Director at The Grove Collective, Daniel’s office. The woman who had once smiled at Sophia with quiet disdain. Who had lingered too long in Daniel’s doorway. Who had once said, “He deserves someone who understands his world.”

“This isn’t a conversation to have in public.” “Oh, so now you’re scared someone will overhear me?” she hissed, her breath warm against my ear. “Claire Halle.” I said her name slowly, locking eyes with her, willing her to calm down. But she wouldn’t back down. Her anger was raw, untamed, and overwhelming. I knew I’d never win this fight—not against her. I’d known it from the moment we met. Claire wasn’t just any wolf—she was the Luna chosen by the Moon Goddess herself, the only one who could temper the brutality that consumed me.

Claire scolded her friend, who just shrugged. “Yes, Melody. Because she’s our friend. We met her in Paris, and we’re business partners. The truth is, Venice isn’t my real name. I’m Claire Sanchez, the owner of CS Boutique worldwide, and also the mother of Zayne Gray and his twin sister, Zoey Gray—whom Zekiel doesn’t know about.” Louise was left speechless by Claire’s revelation. Quinn, for some reason, was visibly annoyed with him, while Bea and Dylan were worried because too many people now knew Claire’s secret. Timothy, on the other hand, was just quietly observing the situation.

Her hands trembled at her sides. “Figure out your feelings,” she finished for me. Voice barely above a whisper. “For who, Adrian? For me? Or—” The front door opened before she could finish. Claire walked in Heels clicking on marble, oversized blazer, phone already in her hand. She took one look at Lila’s face, one look at me by the window, and her lips curved into a smile that wasn’t kind. “Well,” Claire said, dropping her bag on the antique chair. The sound was too loud in the quiet. “Am I interrupting a proposal or a funeral?”

“What’s going on? I think the staff found out that you stole fifty thousand dollars and almost got all of us fired.” That voice… I look up and sure enough, it’s Claire. And she’s not alone. Beside her is a woman who has the exotic beauty of a mermaid queen. She’s so beautiful, even the gorgeous Claire Montessori kinda pales in comparison. Her hair is pin straight, cascading down her shoulders and all the way to her waist. She’s tall, almost as tall as Silvan. And her eyes… bewitching, green cat eyes framed with natural lashes so long and curly, it could make any woman jealous.

Maybe next time. Underneath Mom’s name was a short biography. ~ Claire Hastings, a healer from the Bloodrose pack, daughter of alumni, Alpha Stewart. She is a top student of the Healer’s Division, and known for her dedication to her craft. Claire is a proud member of the first elite team this school has ever put together with, James Rochwall (C), Claire Hastings, Greg Loren, Jane East, Elyx Lythoria———~ I squinted my eyes, trying to read the two remaining names—but they were crossed out. That was strange.

The prescription would cost at least forty. Got it. How was the calc test? Aced it! MIT here I come! Claire smiled despite her exhaustion. Clara was going to MIT. No matter what it took. That night, lying in the bed she shared with Clara, Claire pulled out Damian Cole's business card. She'd looked him up during break. Thirty-two. Self-made billionaire. Photos showed him at galas with beautiful women, always perfect, always untouchable. And she'd dumped coffee on him. Clara peered over her shoulder. "Who's that?"

Claire I stood just outside the enormous building, staring up at it. I glanced down at the address in my hand again and swallowed hard. I moved to the ignition button and pressed it gently, after a little wait, a low voice came through, deep and masculine. “Yes, who is that?” I swallowed again, my throat suddenly dry. What am I doing? Should I really proceed with this? “I—I’m Claire. Claire Anthony. Is this the residence of Mr. Liam King?” I asked, my voice a little shaky.