Claire Kingsley Books Novels & Stories

I sigh, "I was kind of forced to. Archie said he would pay for them," "That's nice of him, but why did he have to force you?" She's the first therapist that I've been to that doesn't take notes, she says that she wasn't our sessions to be more of a conversation than a confrontation. "Recent events have had me in a really bad state of mind," I reply, "Ever since I started seeing the King, things have been chaotic." "When you say seeing, do you mean officially or casually?" "Officially." She nods, "Okay, so what has made things chaotic?"

As she moves away, I suddenly notice the fancy butler’s cart with even more royal-looking packages carefully spaced out. Claire approaches and inspects the bounty. Then, over her shoulder, she informs me, “We’re going to do a more elevated degree of scrapbooking. The photo journals crafted for you, the king and Princess Peanut—” I love that Claire calls her this— “are one-of-a-kind, designed specifically with your individual tastes and styles in mind.” My brow jumps. “Exactly how would they known Princess Peanut’s style?” “Please.” Claire smirks, a facial expression she’s mastered of late. “That child oozes charisma and is infused with so much energy and vibrancy, she puts fireflies to shame

"What are you doing?" "Erh. Claire. I..how are you? What are you doing so late?" She stuttered. "I should be asking you why you're coming in so late ma'am. You left us alone. We were worried about you" I said. "The Library was locked, I had to wait a bit" she responded. "I am sorry if I kept you waiting," she said. She looked into her bag and brought out two books: Beyond Pardon by Bertha Clay and The Day of The Jackal by Frederick Forsyth. "These books would make my week, I had to wait to get them" she curved a quick smile.

It smelt beautiful; freshly cut grass and honey. The presence next to the large green eyed man terrified Klara, the power and dominance made her want to shrink, become invisible. She hadn’t even seen him, she daren't look but she knew he had to be the King… the bloodthirsty, torturous, greedy King. But she had to swallow those thoughts, her whole life she’d been taught to despise and hate the royal family… they were imposters. She gulped “My King.” She bowed her head and then extended her neck in submission. “I'm sorry I came onto your land… I didn't know where to go.”

SERIES: BY THE BILLIONAIRE BOOK 2: MISUNDERSTOOD BY THE BILLIONAIRE Blurb: Claire is in love with Vincent Halest, and she's not afraid to scream it to the world. She's stubborn, impulsive, and hard-headed. A recipe for pure trouble. Is the Halest family ready for this new storm in the making? ——

“Figured it was time. New firm, new rules. Banks & Vale Investigations has a ring to it, don’t you think?” Clara laughed, a warm, unguarded sound. “You’re naming it after us?” “Well,” Kevin said, glancing at Hope, “she’s going to need stories about how her godfather took down half the city's corrupt elite.” Clara’s heart squeezed. Hope had brought them all full circle. Broken pieces now fit together into something unshakable. Later that evening, as the house quieted and Mabel and Avi left to finalize wedding menus, and Kevin went back to his office, Clara sat in her study. A single desk lamp lit the room. On the desk lay the early draft of her manuscript.

My brain move in a very fast speeding as I begin to think of all I have and all I can give. There is nothing… Wait. There is something. “I got books from Jude. He gave them to me as a gift. They are in the kitchen, beside my sleeping place. There are six of them there. You can have all.” Thank goodness for them. Claire looks at my feet then her eyes travel up to my head and back to my feet, before she burst into an alarmingly loud laughter. Okay, that wasn’t the reaction I had expected. “Books? What on earth am I supposed to do with books?”

“Claire, it seems you are so busy these past few days. I barely see you here in the mansion,” her mother said. “I’m very sorry mother. I’m just having so much fun on the book I read. It has really a great story. So I always look for a place where I can be alone.” “Oh what story it is?” “It is titled, Against the Tragic Fate. It is the story where the lead character was given a chance to relive her life again and fight the tragic ending of her story in her previous life.” Claire lied.

Claire said, staring daggers at Gloria. “Ye, yes, mam. It’s the proposal for the campaign for Miss. Kingsley. We are having difficulty locking in a date for her interview.” “What else can go wrong? First, my good-for-nothing husband lies his ass off, and now he’s having an affair with two women, and I don’t know what he’s doing with my sister! Now the painstaking time we acquired to conduct this whore’s interview is causing problems?” Claire blew up on Gloria.

Claire joined her with two mugs of hot cider. “I’m thinking of doing something wild,” Claire said, smiling into the steam. Emma raised an eyebrow. “Wilder than moving here and co-running a retreat center?” Claire laughed. “I want to apply to that art residency in Iceland. Remember the one we talked about last year?” Emma’s smile widened. “Yes. Do it. You’re ready.” Claire nodded. “I think I am.” They clinked mugs. Two days later, a package arrived in the mail. Emma opened it to find the first proof copy of her book: A Love That Lingers.