Claire Kingsley Books Novels & Stories

Claire often pokes fun at how untidy my desk is; her own desk is neatly coordinated into different sections for each subject she takes because she likes control and order. I shuffle through the first pile of books until I find my novel, but as I lift it from the stack, I notice another book, Pia's diary, sitting underneath it. I'd abandoned the diary after the discovery that Pia thought she could be pregnant; it was just all too much for me to take on at the time, but now I was curious about what else lay between the leather-bound walls.

she continues. If you continue to disseminate lies like that, she will do more than just raise her eyebrows. "Claire, pay her no attention; she's trying to wind you up." I would want to add, casting a malicious glance at Kerry. She is competent in the task at hand. "Oh, I wouldn't say no. "Liam is quite the catch," Claire continues. Claire is a slob and a liability to her employer because she has already had sexual relations with many of Lancashire's farmers and auditors.

Let them think they'd won. "I'm done talking." I gathered my purse, the signed papers, Rose's photo. "Done pretending. Done being the good sister, the perfect wife, the daughter who never complains." "Where are you going?" "Away from you. Away from her. Away from everyone who thinks Camille Lewis is someone they can use and discard." My phone buzzed, Rose's smiling face lit up the screen. Right on cue, coming to play her part. I declined the call and walked to the door. Behind me, Stefan called out, "You can't just leave. We need to discuss arrangements, the house, the accounts..."

She replied softly and I could tell from her face that she didn't even know anything about the book. "Yeah, Pass that oil lamp, I will show you," she said confidently. Wow!!! So, she is reading the book in front of me. Interesting!!! I passed the oil lamp to her silently and trying hard to control my shocking and humorous emotions from her. "So, Prince This book is about... umm" She inhaled a short breath and said slowly. "Controlling women" I was so amazed by her sense of maturity and somehow I wanted to know what she knew about the book.

More like, who are those, they are another crime fighting academy, but they are the bad guys, rumor has it that our boss used to one of them, they were doing pretty well until the kings authority started shifting the goods to themselves, he didn't want to be part of their evil scheme so he left and set up the SQUAD academy," she explained. "Interesting," Kim mumbled. "It's not, the KINGS are horrible people, all they do is track government goods and try to steal it but it's our job to stop them, and trust me, it's not an interesting experience," Claire said. Kim suddenly dropped her spoon. She is a feeble school drop out who's looking out for her families survival, not a fighter or a soldier

CLAIRE He was Matthew Alaric Kingsley, the man I had rejected in high school because I loved Charles more back then. And now, he reappeared. Unbidden and suddenly in front of me, helping me. "What's going on with you, Claire?" That deep voice entered my ears like a high-speed train that unceremoniously woke me up from the dark, lightless room. Then his eyes descended to watch my belly. "Are you pregnant?" I shook my head weakly. "I used to be. But not anymore."

The Alpha King's Silver Wolf Book 2 of The Human Mated to Three Three Months Later Claire's POV "Are you guys sure this a good idea? We don't know this woman. What if she is evil?" I asked Stephen and Steven as we drove up to a house that looked like a castle.

We heard quick footsteps coming from the kitchen, I don't know if he panicked, but he shoved his finger, soaked thoroughly in my fluids straight into his mouth. "Clara, I made two plates of fruit platter....you forgot the other one!" She said, she saw alpha Killian lick his hands and she smiled in satisfaction. It probably looked to her like alpha Killian was really enjoying his meal. Only if she knew. "How do you like your breakfast, Alpha Killian? Maid Clara really helped out ... Soon, I may just leave the cooking up to her completely and maybe help once in a while," "Maybe I won't mind, she tastes amazing..."

The king is already dress down, wearing some comfortable clothes and shoes, looking just like an ordinary man. “It’s alright,” the king assured, shaking his head. He pulled out one chair and sat down, looking at the books on the table. He reached and pulled the book in front of Lily and scanned through it before looking at Clayton. “The Saville’s. Something interesting you want to know about them?”

He sipped his coffee and watched her with those dark, unreadable eyes. "So," he said after a moment. "What did you think of Cassian Kingsley?" Clara paused, her coffee cup halfway to her lips. "What do you mean?" "I mean, you spent an hour with him. You talked to him. You sat next to him. What was your impression?" "He's... intense. Very focused. Very intelligent." She hesitated. "And very sad." "Sad?" "There's something in his eyes. A grief he's carrying. He talked about his wife. She died five years ago. He said her name was Clara." She shook her head. "Strange, isn't it? Same name as me."