Claire Hundred Novels & Stories

Claire is going to have a lot of questions for me *********

She was dressed in casual jeans and a sweater, but there was something polished about her—a quiet confidence that made it clear she was used to attention. Not just attention—admiration. Adrian had seen her type before. She looked at him with a faintly curious expression. “Didn’t expect to see you here,” Claire said, her gaze flickering between Liam and Adrian. Liam scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, uh… study session.” Claire’s eyes settled on Adrian. “You must be the tutor.” Adrian nodded. “Adrian Sinclair.” Claire smiled—but it didn’t reach her eyes. She knew exactly who he was.

How had he not realized that it meant Claire should disappear? “At least I’m not dating a gigolo!” Claire exclaimed, angry and embarrassed. She had purposely gone to seduce Kalam, the mob boss of Livodi, just so she could have the upper hand over Linda for once and end their rivalry with finality. He was ugly and rough, but she would do anything to own the kind of power Livodi had. Kalam had assured her that he would take care of Linda for her, so why was she still alive and going on a date with someone so handsome?

Scarlett Moore, the successful art director, Helena's niece, the woman who had built a new life from the ashes of the old one. I smiled. A slow, easy smile, as if her question had been nothing more than a passing curiosity. "Claire." I tilted my head, letting out a soft laugh. "I'm a businesswoman. My entire career depends on understanding people. Their lives. Their stories. Their motivations." I leaned back in my chair, crossing my legs with deliberate ease. "How else do you think I got to where I am? By being uninterested?" Claire's expression flickered. The suspicion in her eyes wavered, replaced by something else. Curiosity, perhaps. Or vanity.

Forty minutes until the truth came out. Forty minutes until justice. For my mother. For me. For Liam. For everyone Claire had ever hurt. I was ready. More than ready. I was armed, dangerous, and absolutely determined. Claire Hoss's empire was about to fall. And I was going to be the one who pushed it over the edge.

“Claire we know her. She stays in this building above. She’s a pretty good daughter. She is young and pretty and has been very hardworking in her studies since she was young. She seems to have found a pretty good job now. She’s quite an honest child, don’t spout nonsense and ruin someone’s daughter’s reputation. She still has to find a partner.” “Find a partner?” Hellen scoffed mockingly. “Who would want a loose woman like her! She did find a pretty good job. The company where she works is owned by my family! She works as a personal assistant for my husband, yet she ended up crawling into his bed! “See, she doesn’t dare to come out now! I didn’t wrong her!” Hellen looked around and saw the c

'It definitely is not Diana. "This is--" Ethan was surprised at the woman who approached their booth. She was dressed like she was going on a date. Her cleavage was showing, her skirt was very short that if she would bend down enough, you would be able to see her underwear. Ethan was not trying to imagine her doing so, but he felt aghast that she would show up dressed that way at a business meeting. "Oh. My name is Clara Holt. Please call me Clara. I am a Senior Laboratory Technician at Hopton Research Institute." Clara greeted Ethan shaking his hand, leaning towards him as he was already seated. Ethan had a full view of her cleavage.

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 .

Barefoot guests stood on warm terracotta tiles still radiating the day’s heat; the faint sizzle of cicadas filled the pauses between words. Claire walked down the petal-strewn aisle in bare feet, a flowing dress of cream silk-chiffon that moved with her like water. No veil only a circlet of fresh white jasmine and olive leaves threaded through her dark curls. Her family background was quiet, grounded: a Sicilian mother who had run a small olive farm near Taormina, a father who taught literature at a regional university before retiring to tend citrus groves. No money, no scandal, just hands that knew soil and stories. Claire carried that steadiness in her spine calm, unpretentious, the kind o

Elaine curled her lips and said, “Is it Quinn Golding again? Didn’t she just hold a concert in Aurous Hill some time ago?” “Mom, it’s not her...” Claire hurriedly explained, “The person coming today is the beacon in my career path. She is the female interior designer I admire the most!” Having said that, Claire said impatiently, “Mom, I will not continue talking to you anymore. A friend of mine is waiting for me outside.” Charlie stood up at this time and said, “Claire, I’ll walk you out.” Claire knew that Charlie and Kathleen had met before long ago. So, she did not feel that there would be any problem, and she agreed without thinking about it.