Novel & Cerita Claire Kingsley Books

{ Laurent } [ 13 years old ] Kingsley left the clan for six months with his family. They went to Asia. I wish they would have stayed there forever because my life was amazing, perfect and happy without Kingsley here bothering me every damn day with his presence... and now that he's back, he ruined everything again.

Kai walked off toward Ms Leta who was still busy reading her book, probably to speak to her about something. Clarissa didn’t follow him as she was drawn to the shelves already. She walked through the rows as her fingers brushed along the books gently. Most of the books had thick covers. “Pattern Drafting Vol 1,”Clarissa read the book titles in a low tone as her eyes wandered to find the one she wanted. “History of Fabric Dyeing, Creative Sketching 101.” She moved down the aisles, her eyes still scanning the books. Some were old while others looked rather new.

I say. Claire practically floats through the door, a huge grin on her face as she sets down a folder. "Welcome back, Mrs. Kingsley! Oh my gosh, I've been dying to ask—" she presses both hands to her cheeks like she's trying to contain herself "—how was the honeymoon? You were literally gone two whole weeks, it must have been so romantic—" "The files, Claire." My voice comes out flatter than I intend. The happiness radiating from her is ripping into me and reminding me how my honeymoon turned out to be one from hell.

How some things clung to her mind without effort, while everything else felt like it had been scrubbed away. “Yes! It’s me. Listen, I don’t want to keep you long,” Claire exhaled audibly, the static of her breath crackling in Niya’s ear. “I wanted to say I’m so glad you’re back on your feet.” Niya let out a dry breath, her gaze drifting to the floor. She’d barely found solid ground. “I—uh, thanks,” she muttered. “I know it’s a lot to process,” Claire continued in the most careful voice she could. “But BookLore still wants you. We all do. And Mason Chloe… she was really excited to meet you, but there’s been a little setback—”

But the woman lying on my bed now felt different from the one I had chosen years ago. I had picked Serena over Claire because she had been driven. Focused. Smart. Elegant. Careful with money. She had wanted to build something real. Claire seemed comfortable with her miserable life back then. I loved her, right but I knew we just wouldn’t last. Meanwhile, now, bold was the only trait Serena still had. Bold enough to do whatever she wanted without caring how it affected me. Elegant was gone. She spent recklessly, chasing luxury instead of growth. Ambition had shifted too. It was no longer about building with me, but about measuring me against other men.

"There's also a conflicted look on your face. Come on, spill. What's bothering you?" Quinn was a beautiful young woman with chocolate skin and long dark dreadlocks that reached her waist. They were dyed at the tips with a goldish-caramel colour. She had large brown eyes that shone brightly when kissed by the sun. At thirty-three, she was already an established author who wrote romantic novels for a living. Claire sighed and took a sip from her glass. She said, "I don't know what to do. I found something that could really hurt Oliver and his family today. I should be happy because I want revenge... however, Oliver helped my daughter today.

King Thorvald said, getting off the bed. “What am I? Last time I checked I am human!” Princess Claire spat. “You are a Blue Blood,” King Thorvald said. ‘My word he is in his own kind of special world,’ she thought rolling her eyes. As soon as king Thorvald retired to his own room princess Claire got up and decided it was time for her to leave, 'Before I get pregnant again.' Princess Claire got dressed and hid her personal papers between her breast. ‘Let us hope no one suspects anything when I leave to go into town,’ she thought to herself after telling her lady in waiting to arrange for a car to take her to town. ‘I will not end up like that stupid girl Emily,’ she vowed, getting into the

Chapter 26 The project is supposed to be simple—print a few pages, compare notes, wrap it up in two days. Claire comes over one Saturday afternoon with her bag full of books and her neat handwriting ready to organize everything. Damien is almost relieved; it feels good to have her in his space, to see her smile at the shelves in his room, to laugh softly when she notices how messy his desk is. But then the front door opens, and Adrian’s voice fills the house.

Maybe next time. Underneath Mom’s name was a short biography. ~ Claire Hastings, a healer from the Bloodrose pack, daughter of alumni, Alpha Stewart. She is a top student of the Healer’s Division, and known for her dedication to her craft. Claire is a proud member of the first elite team this school has ever put together with, James Rochwall (C), Claire Hastings, Greg Loren, Jane East, Elyx Lythoria———~ I squinted my eyes, trying to read the two remaining names—but they were crossed out. That was strange.

she affirmed and the King nodded slightly Claire walk out of the room after having a satisfactory discussion with the King she breathed out deeply as she step outside, thanks to her quick thinking this would have been a difficult task to tackle, the solution she chose might not have been right but then it’s the only possible and convincing way to solve the problem quicker, innocent people has to suffer loss and death afterall if not how would she and her brother attain higher places. ********