Novel & Cerita Claire Kingsley Books

"Anyway I need the book and I know she probably left it somewhere here." "Klara check your bookshelves," I tell her. "Zel I highly doubt it's with me.... but I know where it might be," she says and grabs the car keys. "Clive," I say and she nods. "Oh my sister's downfall," Kyra says. "For the ruler of the light you kind of a grouch," Klara tells her. "Kinda... Ha," I say and Kyra gives me soul shriveling look. "Take me to Clive," Kyra says.

She nodded and then giggled. ‘I’d rather kiss you more, but I think we need to get up so I can make you my delicious pancakes,’ she said before she ran to her bedroom to get ready. Clara comes to the kitchen blushing like a tomato when she makes eye contact with Sebastian as he drinks his coffee. ‘He’s so cute with his unruly hair, and that mouth is so…,’ she bites her lower lip. How she will remember the recipe to make pancakes is beyond her. She was on autopilot. Recalling the ingredients by heart as she thought about Sebastian’s lips, how they tasted, and how they felt when he kissed her behind her ears. ‘Ohhhh... that was my favorite,’ she blushed.

"Those are fake, Brian! Those are fake! How could I do that? I'm still young, and Uncle William is like a father to me! How could you? This is slander!" Claire screamed at Adrain. She was crying so hard that her chest heaved. "Just because you are powerful, you can step on people like me?" "Yes, I am poor, but I am pure! All these are fake!" Claire declared. She cupped Brian's face and said, "Babe, you have to believe me. Riley is doing this. She is influencing Mr. King. Riley is evil!"

A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—

“You work for me.” The assistant bent immediately. “I’m sorry.” Clara looked away. Her nails dug into her palm. This was not supposed to happen. Seraphina was supposed to stay gone. Dead. Broken. Forgotten. Instead she returned richer than all of them. And people were calling her queen. Clara picked up her phone again. Every headline hurt. Every article felt personal. She opened one. A photo filled the screen. Madam S walking into King Holdings. Black suit. Cold eyes.

Perhaps I could speak with someone who could help me arrange a private conversation with the Alpha King later? Glancing around, I spotted an important looking servant, and walked over. “Excuse me,” I said. The servant didn’t look at me. “Yes, um,” I barreled forward regardless. “I was hoping to arrange a meeting with the King…” The servant did glance at me this time, but only for a moment. “And who are you?” “I… I’m Claire…” “Only Alphas and council members are worthy enough to request the King’s time,” the servant said.

I replied, my voice calm, almost deceptively serene. As I glanced at the papers, a different file caught my eyes—the one on King’s Empire. Seeing this, my smile grew a little wider. If only they knew. I had asked for a private investigation done on the King’s Empire businesses— their hotels, furniture designing and decor business, everything concerning Alexander King a week ago. So it was only normal that I smiled harder seeing that report come in so fast. I know you must be wondering who Ms. Claire is. Well let me take you down a bit.

"But you didn't even introduce yourself in the first place" "Oh, that's right. So, allow me to introduce myself. I am Claire Ankit, daughter of Caramel Ankit and heir to the Ankit estate. It's nice to officially meet you, Queen Isabella of the Nightingale territory." First, I was surprised at her introduction and at how she also greeted me because they seemed to the only ones that hadn't heard the story but, that aside, Claire and caramel,I wondered what kind of names they were and as of they headed my first line of thought, caramel said "A setback or a downfall doesn't not stop a queen from being a queen and it also doesn't stop the king from being a king. So while you're here, we'll give y

"I thought I was. But I missed... everything. With my ex." Claire reached across the table. She didn't touch me. She just tapped the table to get my attention. "Then don't read me," she said. "What?" "Don't try to figure out my angle," she said clearly. "I'll tell you exactly who I am. I'm messy. I'm loud. I have student loans. I hate cilantro. And I think you're interesting." "That's it?" "That's it. No subtext. What you see is what you get."

The Alpha king asked and again, Claire gulped. She couldn’t forget Kayla’s mother and how she died the minute it was discovered that she has powers. Deep down, she was certain that the same thing would happen to Kayla the minute words went outside that she had powers. “I have no idea of what to say about that. But then, I would keep training the boys to see if there is any powers yet to unravel itself”, Claire said and the Alpha king suddenly broke into laughter. She turned to look at him, with a slight look of confusion in her eyes.