Claire Hundred 소설 & 이야기

All because she was fucking the Alpha. The injustice of it burned through me like acid as I sat in my pristine apartment, staring at the company directory on my laptop screen. Claire White, Senior Research Associate, Eclipse Syndrome Clinical Trial Lead. The title mocked me from the glowing display, a constant reminder of how thoroughly she had outmaneuvered me despite my superior breeding, education, and connections. But Claire had made one critical error in her moment of triumph—she had underestimated my determination to see her destroyed.

He walked under the running water and allowed the water to flowed freely trailing down from his head. Claire on the other hand obviously had a smirk and a satisfactory smile on her face, she walked down the spiral steps when she ran into Lauren who looked exited seeing her. “ what about my acting? Do you like it? “Not that bad! Claire exclaimed. it turned out Claire was the one who orchestrated the scene and deliberately asked Lauren to invite Hailey to Nolan’s room even though she had stupidly fooled Lauren as well, She had told him something else, Lauren doesn’t knew that she wanted Nolan by herself, she had only told her she could get a revenge on Hailey for her.

he asked gazing at the maid and then back at her “Why did you have a problem with that?” she returned back still keeping her poise “How on earth could you hurt someone like this? Have you no heart?” he asked with disappointment and anger “She’s just a servant. Why should I have a heart when she lacks one? Shouldn’t the first thing to ask be ‘what did she do?’?” “Whatever she might have done you have no right to treat a person like this” he yell at her and for the first time in years, Claire felt sad and almost show her emotions out in front of others but she quickly controlled herself and put on a false smile instead to conceal her real feelings

One of the rare people that made me comfortable, that I could trust, the building blocks to what I was. Claire. Everything about her was perfection, from her rare snow blond hair to her dimpled smile. She was Claire Wright, one of the highest paid models in the world at the moment but to me she was just Claire Hayley Wright, the Chicago girl I’ve known all my life. Dad cleared his throat getting up, “C’mon Chris,” he began taking his cane, ‘we have that uh…thing to get to.” “What thing?” Chris asked leaning back as he looked back at Dad.

she said and sit on her desk. "Amber, Celestia." I was about to stand up when I saw Celestia 2.0 go in the front. I almost forgot that I'm in Hilary's body. This event. I remember this event. "Congrats Hilary! She got the highest score of ninety-nine over a hundred!" Our teacher says before giving me the paper. I look at the paper and the score. I look at Celestia 2.0 but she avoids my eye contact.

Some of it was tasteful, but a lot of it just seemed like they were flaunting their wealth needlessly. Claire and I sat in the corner of the room, away from most of the other tables, uninterested in speaking to most of the others in the room. Claire and I were so underdressed for the event that we looked like we didn’t belong, and that was fine for us. We weren’t here to make friends. We had each other, and that was enough. Claire was the daughter of the Full Moon Pack’s Secretary of State. She was important enough that it would never matter what she wore. She was also as beautiful as her mother, with a kind and sincere heart that drew people to her. She was popular at school because of that

She quickly runs towards the room next to her, then asks the head. “How may I be of help to you, my lady?” she asked, while looking at the floor. The headmaster of the orphanage’s name is Baroness Christie Blair of the Blair Family. She’s married to the Baron of Blair, who’s close to the 3rd son of the late Emperor, Emperor Julius. “Did you really clean this room?!” she asked Clementine. “I did, lady Christie,” she replied. “Clean this room again, and if I saw another speck of dust in here, you will receive another punishment, understand?” the Baroness shouted as she threw the rag on Clementine’s face, then left the room.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

Instead, she continued typing on her phone before she dropped it and stood up. She walked past us towards the staircase while Clinton and I continued watching her. She didn't climb the stairs and I thought it was because another footsteps were coming. I was right because a lady finally came down, a wide grin plastered on her face. Clinton froze beside me as if caught in a sudden frost, his entire demeanor stiffening like a statue carved from ice. On the stairs stood a stunning lady who looked like she had stepped out of a magazine. Her golden pixie-cut hair framed her face perfectly, and her skin glowed with a radiant brilliance.

I could picture her standing in the formal living room of the Hale house, choosing her words carefully. “The Whitmore family. Their daughter Claire has just returned from London. She’s been working with an art foundation. Very bright. Very lovely. I thought it would be nice if the two of you met properly.” Of course. I opened my eyes and stared at Killian’s painting while she continued speaking. Soft rain. Two figures who would never turn around. The same stubborn line of the shoulder I would recognize anywhere. I didn’t want to go.