Claire Kingsley Books Novels & Stories

he said, thinking about what else he desperately needed to talk to Romaine about. This relationship she thought they could have, which he’d promised he would give her no matter what, wasn’t plausible anymore. It never was, to begin with. She was the Princess of Deltora, the next in line on the throne and he was… a nobody, a bouncer, a lost soul. “Give me a few minutes, Marisol, and I’ll see if I can convince her to eat.” Kingston faced down the doors, his fingers itching as they used to do before his more dangerous missions, and he knocked. When there was no answer, he announced himself and walked inside. One quick look around told him very quickly Romaine was worse off than they’d all thoug

I would play it better. --- Meanwhile, across town… Claire gripped the steering wheel with one hand while holding her phone to her ear with the other. “Get everything there is to know about Liam Raul King,” she said into the line, her voice steady and commanding. “Everything, even before he became who he is today. You can do that, can’t you?” “Of course, madam. Thank you for using our service,” the voice on the other end replied smoothly. Claire ended the call and tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips.

The crowd roared, feeding the frenzy. Finally, Claire’s fist connected with Cassey’s jaw. The crack echoed, and Cassey went down hard, sprawling in the dirt. The circle shook with cheers as Naomi lifted Claire’s hand high. I blinked, my mouth slightly open. I had never seen Claire fight. I had thought of her as nothing more than a schemer, a flirt, a woman who relied on her beauty and cunning. But now I understood. Her strength, her precision—it made sense why the Lycan King had wanted her for his sons. She might be a slut, but she was also a warrior.

Steph was so excited, since she and Brad were engaged, she was no longer eligible. Why hasn’t Mal made any effort to keep me from this selection? Then an idea came to her… What if Mal is the Vampire King? Surely he would’ve said something. Hell, Pops would’ve said something! Lost in her own thoughts, Claire didn’t notice when Marian plopped in the seat next to her, “hey, Chickie! Penny for your thoughts?” Claire smiled and prayed that no one in the room developed mind reading abilities. “Just thinking of what kind of dress I should wear. Something simple…”

******************* Princess Kaylan was reading a book in her room when her maid showed up and informed her the King had summoned her. All the blood in her veins dried up immediately. "Do you know why?" She asked nervously, her book still in her hand. "I'm sorry I don't, my Princess. Princess Cara wa actually the one who'd informed me about it on my way to the laundry" the maid answered with a polite bow and Cara stood up immediately. Oh! She's always been so scared of the King and never wanted to do anything that'd make her stay alone in the room with him. The King was a nice man, yes. But the stories she's heard about him were just too aweful. How mighty he was in battle, strong, fierce, h

Claire said. "That's what it's for," Yessica said. Claire looked at the drawing. Added one more detail in the corner — a small square that apparently represented a window. "Done," she said. "It's finished now." At one fifty-eight the knock came. Claire was off the chair before Yessica had stood up. "I'll get it," Claire said, already moving. "Claire—" But Claire had opened the door. Lewis stood on the landing with a book under his arm. Judith Kerr. The Tiger Who Came to Tea — not the baby board version, the proper illustrated one. Theron had chosen correctly.

A row of large monitors filled the main desk, most still lit up with streams of data she did not understand. Claire walked toward the bookshelf. She scanned the titles lined up there. Her eyes widened. There were no fiction books or ordinary economic literature. The shelf was filled with books on military strategy, advanced international law, and air defense system manuals. "Odd-job logistics, you say?" Claire muttered sarcastically.

“What do you work in?” “I work at St. Clair. It’s a fashion house,” she told him. “I’ve heard of that,” he replied and squinted at her. “Aren’t you the heiress of it? I’ve seen your face online.” Clara blushed at the attention. “I might be,” she said. “It’s a good idea to not admit to being dirty rich,” Caiden agreed. “You never know who will try to go after your money.” He checked his watch and Clara gulped. She needed to something to keep his attention and to make sure they saw each other again. The demon king had made it sound like all they needed to do was see each other. They had done that and Caiden still hadn’t regained his memories.

So, am I standing here now, does it mean that I have already taken a different path? But I still felt a vague pain in my heart. If she has to fall in love with the second prince and become the Clary in the novel who hated me, I hope that day can come as late as possible. *** As soon as Claire stepped off the first floor, she was surrounded by a crowd. The nobles scrambled to come forward and introduce themselves, trying to make a good impression on the Duke's daughter. These ladies and gentlemen were also from noble families, wearing beautiful and intricate ceremonial dresses with carefully matched expensive jewelry. They wore bracelet after bracelet and necklace after necklace, but compared

“I prefer variety. Keeps life interesting.” “How thrilling,” I deadpanned. Claire sighed heavily beside me, rubbing her temples. Alec ignored my sarcasm. “What about books?” he asked her, clearly trying to move on. “Are you much of a reader?” “She doesn’t like books with predictable endings,” I answered smoothly. “She likes a little unpredictability. Something that actually makes her think.” Alec turned to Claire this time, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Do you plan to answer any of my questions yourself, Mia Bella, or will your—brother—continue speaking for you?”