Claire Modern Family Hot Novels & Stories

“Haha. What forbidden fruit and what family? You seem like the forbidden fruit here, oh you remember that fruit God warned Adam and his wife not to eat? That's what you are, and what family? It's your family and if you have any problems with her, that's your business, not mine. Don't ev…..” “I'm not a fucking forbidden fruit. Everyone loves me even more than you. I'm sure you're just jealous,” Claire whisper yelled at her while getting her teeth. Madeline could do nothing but stood there scrolling through her phone and waiting for them to be done with their fighting. She couldn't just be fighting with a kid that was not taught manners. Elias better takes care of this issue else she was soon

I would play it better. --- Meanwhile, across town… Claire gripped the steering wheel with one hand while holding her phone to her ear with the other. “Get everything there is to know about Liam Raul King,” she said into the line, her voice steady and commanding. “Everything, even before he became who he is today. You can do that, can’t you?” “Of course, madam. Thank you for using our service,” the voice on the other end replied smoothly. Claire ended the call and tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips.

She bit her lower lips as she knew her mom's words were true. “But who wouldn't fall for Jonathan more, he is smart, handsome, rich, and you.. Know… very good in bed” Claire trailed in feeling embarrassed for saying this to her mom. “You already start fucking him again haven't you,” her mom asked her. “I could tell, your expression says a lot” “Really??” Claire asked. Claire's mom held Claire's hands in hers, caressing them, as she stared at her daughter. “I want you to do what makes you happy you understood me” her voice was warm and comforting.

Claire whispered, and Amelia smiled warmly, thrilled to hear her daughter's voice for the first time. "Who are you?" Claire asked. "I'm your mother," Amelia replied, smiling. Claire's face contorted in confusion. "M...mother?" she stuttered, looking at Amelia, who nodded. Just then, Jaxon walked in, followed by Chris and Arnold. Claire's gaze locked onto Jaxon, her mind racing with what he had revealed about her identity. So, this is my real family, she thought. Memories of Fatima hitting her with a vase flashed through her mind, making her gasp in shock.

“And you? How are you holding up?” I squeezed her hand back, the sting on my cheek fading just a little under her touch. “I’ll be okay,” I said. “I have to be.” Later that afternoon, Claire called a family meeting. She stood in the centre of the living room, still in the same hoodie and sweatpants from earlier, but her posture was straighter now, her eyes clearer. We gathered around her. Mom and Victor on the couch, Lucas leaning against the wall, the twins sitting on the floor, Maria and Lila on the love seat. I stood near the doorway, my cheek still faintly red.

the woman exclaimed in disbelief They both turned to stare at me and then at Kayden and back and forth again. I rolled my eyes "Yeah I get it, it's hard to believe but it's true so suck it up" I said with my hands on my hips in annoyance Jacobi grinned "and this is Claire, the mother of my son" "This is impossible" bastien said while the woman had her mouth wide open, unable to process what was happening I sighed "but it happened so just accept it and move on" I began walking in the direction of the kitchen "who wants pink pancakes?"

Claire stood near the entrance, her eyes darting between them. Chloe’s smirk vanished completely. “You really shouldn’t be here, Claire,” Chloe said, her tone cold. Claire ignored her, stepping closer to Lucas. “I followed you.” Lucas cursed under his breath. “Claire, you shouldn’t have.” Chloe’s lips curled into a wicked grin. “Oh, this just got interesting.” Claire’s gaze hardened. “Where is my son?” Chloe took a slow step forward. “Do you really think I’m just going to tell you?”

Claire’s POV Flashback “The number you dialed is not responding..” beep beep I sighed. That was the same response I kept getting each time I tried to call Aiden. I had been feeling unwell lately and even missed my period. It bothered me so much that I was forced to visit the hospital even though I didn’t have much money but only the little I was saving for my rent, which would be due in two weeks. Since Aiden wasn’t picking up my calls, I had to go alone. But this was so unlike him.

"I got you pregnant? I don't even know you." "It's me, Adam." I said, looking into his eyes. "Claire." "Claire?" His brows furrowed as he examined my face. "I don't know — Claire?" His eyes widened, and he finally recognized me. "You've changed." Well. I looked different from two months ago. I was no longer wearing my black rimmed glasses. And my hair was now short. "Yeah." "But what are you talking about, Claire? How could you be pregnant? You said you have cancer?"

“That’s because you landed on my arm!” “Maybe if you hadn’t been standing in my way—” “Maybe if you could walk straight—” Frank waves his hand, still laughing. “Well, that’s one way to start a love story.” “Yeah,” I mumble, glaring at Tyler. “Real romantic.” After dinner, Vivian insists on showing me the house. Tyler stays behind with his dad, probably pretending to help with the dishes. Vivian leads me upstairs, chatting non-stop about the family, about Tyler’s childhood, about everything in between. Her energy is infectious — warm and kind, like sunlight on a cold morning.