Claire Hundred Novels & Stories

I hadn’t realized she would be able to see the laptop screen. I sat up fast. My eyes landed on the laptop screen and I found it. The bracelet. The exact one I had given Claire the day she got that job at Café One. Why did Isabella have it? I slammed the laptop shut and turned to Serena. She was already asleep. I stood up quietly, pulled on my clothes, and walked out of the room without wasting time. Something was very wrong.

Banished to a forgotten corner of the estate where no one would see her, no one would remember her, and most importantly, no one would question why Claire was openly acting as Luna. The stubborn bitch had refused to sign. Had the audacity to bring the elders into it, trying to back me into a corner. But I’d won anyway. Because she was gone now, locked away where she belonged. The sound of heels clicking on marble pulled me from my thoughts. I turned to see Claire entering through the main doors, her blue dress catching the afternoon light, pearl earrings glinting. She looked radiant, victorious even. But her expression shifted when she saw me. Her eyes went past me to the window, then back t

Treznor's beta added and Treznor was stunned after hearing that. "Who's that Luna? Is she is a witch also, like Hillary?" Treznor excitedly asked. Suddenly, their conversation was ruined when a voice of a woman was heard. "Are you looking for me?" Treznor and the group of men turned their head where the sound coming from. And they saw Claire standing, wearing black hoodie sleeves. "Who are you, beautiful lady?" Treznor asked as he looked at Claire's appearance. His eyes wandered from tip of Claire's toe to her head.

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.

she shouted at Zen. I was looking at them. I didn’t remember seeing her in the pack before. I looked at the oracle confusedly. In between treating my wound, she said, "This is Claire, the daughter of our late war general. She is an alpha female." Zen and Claire were arguing. Zen took her out of the room to calm her down.

He even invited her to join them for lunch! Anger had made her leave the compartment earlier. She needed a good plan, and fast. She could not let a nobody like her take Axel away from her. Finding out about her basic information was easy. Claire McLennie was born and bred right there in Creek Falls. Her profile was not so interesting in Lisa's point of view. She had never travelled out, and all the schools she attended were public schools. Her file was inaccessible. Lisa thought that was odd and called her investigator. "What do you mean, you can't access it?"

The door creaked open, revealing Claire dressed in 4-inch Louboutin heels, a red gown, red gloves, and a red hat that covered half of her face as she sashayed in. My mouth fell wide open while I gawked at her; she was exquisite. "What is she doing here?" The shareholders demanded frantically. "Don't tell me you brought your wife here because you thought she was important and..." Claire ran her hands gently on my shoulders before placing her purse right on the table and, with a piercing gaze, gazed at Eldora:

**A New Kind of First Love** As Claire and Ethan settled into their new lives, focusing on rebuilding their business and embracing their fresh start, their daughter Lillian was quietly embarking on her own journey. At sixteen, Lillian had grown into a thoughtful, creative, and independent young woman, deeply influenced by the resilient spirit of her parents. She had always been close with Claire and Ethan, sharing her dreams and fears with them, but in recent months, she had begun keeping something important to herself.

“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.”

Emily clapped so enthusiastically that she almost dropped the clipboard tucked beneath her arm. I looked toward Damien and he was already watching me there wasn't the slightest hesitation when Mr. Henderson turned to him. "Wouldn't you agree?" Damien smiled. "Completely." His voice carried easily through the ballroom. "This gala has always been Claire's vision." The words stole my breath. "I simply had the privilege of watching her bring it to life." Something inside me loosened and for just one moment I forgot the divorce, I forgot Tiffany and I forgot yesterday. I simply allowed myself to feel proud. I'd earned this.