Claire Modern Family Hot Novels & Stories

Moore awkwardly chuckled and said, "Alright, let's not make it difficult for Shirley. Shirley has only been with our Moore family for a few days, she wouldn't meddle in Moore family matters." As Mr. Moore's words trailed off, Claire suddenly pushed open the door, looking pale, clutching her belly as she staggered out from inside. She walked up to Shirley, and suddenly knelt alongside her parents in front of Shirley. Shirley's expression turned even more grim. What on earth were they trying to say?

She lets out excitedly, smiling proudly. “What are you talking about, what happened to my family, how did I get to be a member of your ridiculous family?” Claire sobbed regretfully. “Oh shut up already and stop stalling me with silly questions. I said we are taking our little family reunion to the road. If you think your boyfriends would save you from me, then you need to think again, Missy!” she yelled at Claire, making her cry hard. We were distracted by a knock on the door. For a brief second thought, someone is here to save us.

When she entered inside , she placed the luggage down and the gifts in the drawer next to her then looked around . ' ....The house is still the same . Nice as always . ' thought Claire then took her shoes off and wore the slippers . " Mom ! I am back ! " said Claire with a smile , excited to see her family again . " Dada ! " said Rei with a smile and rushed to the door . " Oh , Rei ! I missed you so much . " said Claire hugging her brother . " Dada ! " said Rei hugging his sister back . Melani came to the door with a towel in her hands while wearing an apron .

"Her family is... well, let's just say they're not exactly ordinary. They're kind of a big deal in certain circles." I raised an eyebrow, feeling even more intrigued now. "Really? Wait, I’m not getting any of this yet. Who exactly is Claire?

“That’s more than enough. I’m just happy to see my daughter smiling again. Are the snacks enough? Would you like something more to eat? I can tell the maids to prepare something nice.” “I’m good, ma. The snacks were more than enough,” Claire assured her. My Mom nodded. “Alright, let me know if you change your mind,” she said, then left us alone. Claire turned to me, her eyes shining with curiosity. “You look exactly like your mom, Andrea. I’m so happy for you.” Then she suddenly smirked. “Does Jason know you’re a Sinclair now? I can only imagine the look on his face when he found out.”

"Let me be Adrian's real father and let's build our family and I promise I will love you both forever." The room exploded into shocked voices and camera flashes and Claire stood there shaking with mascara running down her face.

The man in front of her had truly lost all his dignity. "Julian may be a stranger you call 'flawed' or 'impotent'," Claire said, her voice steady but heavy with emphasis. "But he’s done more to protect me than you’ve ever done in your entire life, Dad. He saved me when I was drowning, he gave me shelter when you cast me aside, and he loves me unconditionally." "You’ve lost your mind!" Eleanor shrieked. "I’d rather have no family at all than betray the man who’s saved my life over and over again," Claire stated firmly. "Find another way to pay off your gambling debts. Because from this moment on, I no longer consider you my family."

She embraced Clair again and began series of apologies for abandoning her all these years. Despite how I looked, I couldn't react the same way my mom did. I kept thinking about the fact that my sister and I were both pregnant for Reiner. That was something that couldn't be fixed. "Mom," Clair had began calling her mom. "I'm pregnant." Wendy, Reiner and I shot her a startled look. Clair was an outspoken lady who's never afraid to speak up her mind. Mom and dad looked surprised but then they became excited. "Wow, this is good news," Dad said.

With a loud smack, Claire’s originally injured face immediately turned red. Adrianna chided, “Claire Assex, don’t think that I dare not fight back. If we were to get into a fight, you are no match for me even if there are two copies of you. Furthermore, I even have two men in my family, what about you? You have none in your family.” Claire said, “Who are two men in your family?” “One is my husband, Taylor Bellamy and the other is my son-in-law, Alex Rockefeller. Both of them are men!”

“But is the relationship wonderful? Is there time for just… being present with her, without a construction budget or a Gantt chart?” He offered a quick, practiced smile. “Of course. We have scheduled quality time on Sunday afternoons. It’s highly prioritized. Don’t worry, Mom. Everything is managed.” Before I could press him further—to ask him what feeling loved felt like, instead of managing love—the kitchen door burst open with a whirlwind of contrary energy. Clara, twenty years old and looking like a beautiful, defiant accident, stormed in. She wore paint-splattered jeans, a vintage band T-shirt, and had three mismatched braids in her long, dark hair. She didn't use the chime; she used vo