Claire Hundred Novels & Stories

Claire fell on her behind out of shock. She was appalled after hearing Hailey’s words. All she could think of were the words ‘100 billion’, ‘richest woman in California’ and ‘richest woman in the world’. However, all these words were just mere dreams, vanishing in front of her eyes. She thumped her fist to her chest, regretting her actions greatly. Eloise, on the other hand, was shocked to her core. She couldn’t help but scold Claire inside her head.

Chelsea stated. "I don't even know where to start from" Claire looked at the ceiling and closed her eyes. "The beginning" Chelsea suggested. "The picture was photo shopped" Claire peaked at Chelsea who rolled her eyes. "The true beginning" "I got married" "Wait! What?" confusion clear on Chelsea's face. "Yeah" Claire wringed her hands in her lap. "I got married to Oliver Milbourne." "Wait, let me get this straight. You Claire, got married to Oliver Milbourne, the billionaire heir to Milbourne family? So you are Claire Milbourne? or Claire Jackson? Why didn't I get to know all this."

He doesn't have any idea what happened between the two while he was away, but he could still feel that there is something wrong between those two. What he wasn't aware was Claire cries every time she remembers Tessa. She's just not comfortable to share it even to her brother. She went inside her room and watched a movie. She was having a hard time turning it on since she's not that well-rounded with anything that is not existing inside the prison. Yes, they have televisions inside, but not this expensive one. Finally, she was able to open it and finally watch through it. It was what she just heard from some of the visitors of her fellow prisoner, it's N*****x. She's excited she's about to se

Kylie said, leaning in to see a piece better, "The detail is insane." "She’s a force of nature," I murmured, and for a moment, I felt a genuine spark of pride. Claire had worked herself to the bone for this, "She sees the world in a way most people are too scared to. I’ve watched her stay up for forty-eight hours straight just to get one shade of red right. I’m proud of her. This is exactly what she deserves." I took a slow sip of my champagne, the bubbles sharp on my tongue. I was about to suggest we move to the next room when the world suddenly went sideways.

Andy Claire Lions is a pretentious, up herself snob who acts like she knows everything. Getting paired with her in chemistry is a living nightmare, one I'm going to be forced to suffer through until graduation, and it's not just chemistry either; she's in four out of my five classes. The only escape I get from her is in PEHPD.

They are too busy with the program. Claire looked at more of the guest list and suddenly an idea came to her head when she saw the name Madame Marry Arnette Joyle, an ambassador for the country of Canada. She was tall and slender and she looked young and attractive. She was probably only in her mid-thirties. Her eyes were bright blue and her hair was jet black. Claire clapped her hands once when she came up with that good idea. "What?" asked Fox, who was surprised. "I'm going to buy hair dye," Claire replied.

An overlay of silver stars flows from my sternum to the floor, accentuating the obvious curve of my belly. “You are radiant,” the Luna of a small, mountainous pack called Riversong Meadows says as I stop to talk to her group. A beautiful, graceful woman in her forties, her beauty is renowned, and I can see why everyone speaks so highly of her. She curtsies low, followed by her five equally beautiful daughters, all of them having inherited their mother’s jet-black hair and strikingly high cheekbones. I’ve become friends with her in the recent weeks. Her name is Claira, and her mate was a strong ally of Isaac’s who was killed in the war.

CLAIRE The stage lights were warm and blinding, casting long shadows across the auditorium. My name echoed through the speakers as the host introduced me-"Claire Anderson, survivor, daughter, advocate." A soft applause followed, polite and curious. I stood from my seat, smoothed the front of my black dress with trembling hands, and made my way to the podium.

She went to the office early, before the building filled, and knocked on the communications department door and Claire opened it and they looked at each other for the first time knowing what they were. Claire Reyes was thirty-five years old, four years older than Lila, with a bearing that was European and precise and an expression that was guarded in the specific way of someone who has learned to read rooms carefully because rooms had often held surprises she didn't like. She was wearing the Kingsley jaw in the same way Lila wore it — slightly more pronounced, inherited from James rather than from Lila's father's side of the line, but unmistakable once you were looking for it.

She was a short-haired woman, not much taller than Nicholas or Noel, so Claire needed to look up to talk to the two policemen. "Can we know your identity?" "My name is Claire, Claire Pennington. I'm not married, I'm thirty years old." Claire pointed at the waterfall. "People told me to come to this tourist spot, because they said I would get a partner if I threw a lucky coin into the waterfall!" Claire's voice trembled, she was still in shock after several hours of seeing the bodies there. Her eyes glazed over as she continued, "But when I threw my second coin, I saw someone's hand. I called the tour guard, and... we found a body!"