Claire Redfield Death Island Novels & Stories

"Time to go." "Sure," he says to me, but then he turned to Salem, "see you later, buddy." Max stood up and he and I headed for the exit. "And what did he tell you?" He wanted to know. "Well, she returned your body to the cemetery." "Really? Just like that? What did she want?" I couldn't tell him that Wanda did it because I thought there would be some way for Max to come back but his body was already dead. I couldn't. Max would be discouraged.

The smell was concentrated, tracing the liquid with her fingers, she saw nothing but blood Another wicked laughter left Isabel's mouth as she said. "Mabel, you say! Of course I'm Mabel. I survived one good month as your maid just to achieve this! And I guess I have but that's not all." "Isabel, you will pay for this, trust me you w… argh!" "In your grave b*tch!... Before you die, just sign this!" Isabel threw her divorce papers. "I'll never sign this…" her voice was fading off.

Khloe said. "Did she hurt you ?" Claire asked looking at the bruises around Khloe neck where she had gripped herself. "No she didn't ." Khloe nodded her head , "I was just worried about how she was feeling,she appeared devasted seeing the man dead." "About the man ." Claire looks at Khloe with pleading eyes. " I won't definitely say anything to anyone ." Khloe said wondering why Claire would think she was going to talk to any other vampires aside Claire ,her daughter and probably Melvin.

She was a short-haired woman, not much taller than Nicholas or Noel, so Claire needed to look up to talk to the two policemen. "Can we know your identity?" "My name is Claire, Claire Pennington. I'm not married, I'm thirty years old." Claire pointed at the waterfall. "People told me to come to this tourist spot, because they said I would get a partner if I threw a lucky coin into the waterfall!" Claire's voice trembled, she was still in shock after several hours of seeing the bodies there. Her eyes glazed over as she continued, "But when I threw my second coin, I saw someone's hand. I called the tour guard, and... we found a body!"

Claire said in finally when her resolve started disappearing. It was then that Leatisia held her arm and the both stopped so suddenly it was as if they had been frozen in place. Claire stared at the pale hand on her shoulder with shock ridden features and turned around hurriedly. "Leatisia?? B...but..how?" She said in honest confusion "How is this even possible? You're supposed to be dead." She screamed out as tears started falling on her cheeks. "I'm not dead Leatisia. Well, I'm undead... it's complicat..."

She made them sign everything over to her, and they did it because they thought she would let them leave alive. They underestimated her, and they turned up dead. Claire’s family underestimated her, too, and they turned up dead. Anyone who defies her or dares to challenge her ends up dead without evidence, with no traces. You, Raphael Hawkins, you are a dead man walking because you have no idea who you are up against.

"Do you know where I can find her?" "Noo. She'll find you. She's accustomed to following or hurting the people close to Kamala or maybe you and the people close to you." Blessing elaborated. "But…" "You remember Claire? The doctor who treated you when you were in Seychelles?" "Yes I do" "She's dead because after you left she tried to get close to Kamala before he went to the asylum" "Seems like one deranged woman. Lucky for her, I'm as deranged as her" she smiled.

There was a moment of silence on the other end, before she heard Claire sigh patiently. "I don't really have time for your crap right now." She could hear Claire pace. "I called to inform you that your life is in danger." Rose scoffed. "What, you're planning to kill me now?" Claire ignored her jab. "I assume you have heard that Leo Morris is dead." That got Rose's attention. She took her hands out of the dryer and plucked the phone from the attendant's hand. She shooed her away and focused on the call.

She stared at me, her chest rising and falling too fast, her confusion twisting into fear, then anger, then suspicion. “Bruce…?” Her voice cracked. “Where—why—what happened? Why am I here?” She swallowed hard. “What do you want?” I didn’t answer immediately. I watched her, letting her panic run until it exhausted itself. I learned long ago that fear made people accessible. Panic made them honest. When she finally stopped trembling long enough to breathe, I began, not with the truth, but with the version of it he needed her to hear. I told her Isabella was gone. Freda was missing and probably dead. The Cloak was accelerating his timeline. And Clarissa—she—was at the center of it all.

Why doesn't she just keep quiet in the afterlife? *** Claire was about to enter the elevator lobby of her condo when she felt someone grab her arm. Turning around, an unfamiliar man with a sweet smile faced her. He is handsome, no doubt. But the first thing she noticed was his red eyes. Or maybe just because of the reflection of the light? She wasn't sure. "Claire..." he said softly.