Claire Redfield Death Island Novels & Stories

There were pictures of Claire and Jenn at school or hanging out with friends. "Oh my Goddess," I whispered in shock when I saw a picture of Claire's mom and dad, dead in the woods. It was obvious they were attacked by Werewolves. The last picture shocked me the most. It was a picture of Claire's parent's dead bodies with Gary and that guy that looked like him smiling. "Gwen, what are you looking at," Claire asked from behind me then I heard a gasp come from her. I turned and looked at her worriedly. "Is that," Claire said but didn't finish.

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.

The ancient books were right after all about that ,the royal male vampires skin sparkle under intense sunlight for a short while and if you look at them quickly enough ,you would as well catch a glimpse of it beauty. As she closed the blinds memories of her husband Alfred flashed through her mind, he was late now and though the whole scenerio of his death had been confusing ,she agreed to herself and several others that he was indeed murdered then staked . At first everyone had thought it were the human hunters as his blood was poisoned with a high level of wolf bane before he was staked . Claire had ran away from home then and was discovered three years later somewhere in a city far fr

Who would detect them, anyways? "Really?" A woman dressed in a long, red gown with a funny looking apron inquired. "Of course! Mr Sullivan is known throughout Reekfield as a rich master." Another said. The two friends stared at the over twenty women who were in the spacious kitchen. They had never before, seen any of them. "Is the human lap ready? Someone might soon order for fried chicken." A woman at the far end of the kitchen inquired. "Just a moment, and it will be ready. This man's kidney is giving me a little headache." Another, in the company of those chattering, replied.

"At being exactly what I need." "Don't get used to it." She smiled. "I'm going home soon." "I know." He nodded slowly. "But I'm grateful for the time we've had." "So am I." Claire joined them for dinner that night. She was quiet at first, watching them with wary eyes. But as the wine flowed and the conversation deepened, she began to relax. "Why did you write to me?" Isabella asked. "Because he was dying." Claire's voice cracked. "Not physically. But something inside him was breaking."