Claire Redfield Fanart Novels & Stories

And below the figure, in Claire's precise, careful nine-year-old handwriting: Victoria. "She submitted the project yesterday afternoon," Mrs. Gallagher said. "Her art teacher brought it to me this morning because of the fifth image. I was going to contact you today regardless of your call." "Has Claire said anything to her teachers?" Yessica asked. Her voice was completely even. "Not directly. Her art teacher asked if the project was about anything specific, and Claire said it was about places she felt safe and places she didn't." Mrs. Gallagher paused. "The first four images are places she feels safe. The fifth is a place she doesn't."

Mmm, there must be something fishy with them. I turned my head back to examine Becca, and I just saw something on her neck. Now, that's a hickey for sure. Well, I have seen something like those from Morgan and Cassidy. Damn, I told you that something is going on with them. I looked back again at Shane, and she waved at me. Then my gaze traveled to the redhead, and she's just singing so cool. Like, damnit, she's both so cool and so hot. "Thank you all for listening and watching, and also, for your requests. Once again, this is Claire Lawrence."

“I woke up alone. I’ll heal the same way.” --- Inside, the waltz ended. Claire walked back in just as the crowd parted. Elodie was glowing, cheeks flushed. Jasper handed her a glass of champagne. He turned—and saw Claire. Their eyes locked. His mouth opened slightly. Surprise. Confusion. Claire didn’t stop. She walked straight to the far end of the room, handed the envelope to a courier, and said clearly, “Deliver this to Alpha Redfern before sunrise. Directly.” The courier nodded, clearly stunned.

That was when she risked a look at Claire. The wolf was so angry that her eyes were glowing, and a snarl was stuck on her lips. Training would be painful again tonight if the coach mixed their classes again, she was sure. “I never come to eat in this dreadful place, but I thought I’d see what all the fuss is about,” Jared laughed. “I’m not disappointed. Little Red has tiny little claws.” Claire stormed out of the room, but the look she threw her before she walked out of the door promised vengeance.

"Good luck, Boss." Ten minutes later, Raphael walked out of the study. He found Claire in the kitchen. She was standing by the marble island, reviewing a stack of fabric samples for Ellis Designs. She was wearing a soft, oversized sweater, her hair pulled up in a messy clip. Raphael paused in the doorway. Just looking at her made his chest physically ache. He forced his muscles to relax. He smoothed out his expression, burying the desperate, terrified husband, and bringing the sweet, oblivious amnesiac to the surface.

Claire said, looking at the smiling Maia holding her Mother like a lover would. “Yes, it’s tragic. Heaven wants to cause panic and hysteria among the mortals so they will be driven to worship them; it’s quite an ingenious plot.” Maia said, then relaxed on the couch and let Julie go. “Claire, when did you get here?” Blake’s voice was heard as he entered the room. Claire rose from her seat and went to Blake. Looked him up and down and frowned. “You’re his clone, are you not?” Claire asked.

A slow creak of the door, then, and she all but vanished inside. I followed, my heart thumping against my ribs as I pressed myself against the doorjamb. Through the crack, the scene was clear. Claire was at Sebastian's desk, her sharp movements a stark contrast to the neat rows of documents, rifling through the papers. As she lifted a folder, and a faint glint of metal caught my eye, a tiny device embedded within the ornate carvings of her fan was raised. The soft click of images being captured was almost inaudible, yet so intensely clear to someone like me. She was copying his personal files; images were captured and copied at random.

She had been here more than once, and she was very familiar with the layout and furnishings here. Clara strolled around slowly and opened a drawer. Unexpectedly, she found a piece of drawing paper in it. There was a half-finished drawing on the piece of drawing paper. It was a young girl who had a black scarf covering her face. The girl had beautiful black hair that was raised like an arc in the wind. Her fringe covered her brows which looked as radiant as the stars. This was… Clara’s heart beat frantically. She took the piece of drawing paper out from the drawer immediately. The anger accumulating in her heart had already reached its peak at this moment!

In fact, someone once spread a rumor that she was a lesbian simply because she had never had a boyfriend. But Claire knew herself better than anyone. If she were a lesbian, how could she have been so obsessed with Jensen Ackles when he starred in 'Supernatural'? She had even printed out his picture and plastered it on her wall. She also had a crush on Ian Somerhalder, daydreaming about him turning her into a vampire, fantasizing about being Nina Dobrev just to be held by him. She even had his picture as her F******k wallpaper for a while because she was so infatuated.

I asked calmly, hoping that she’d say yes. "I am certain that I'll be able to." she said, then I made a silent wish hoping that Bill’s theory was correct. "Alright, look at the following picture on my phone, swipe to your right until you recognize the person" I said and gave her my phone. I had gathered the picture of every female in the pack. Not wanting to wait for Lucy again. Claire swiped through the pictures on the phone uttering "no" on each one, with Nelson sitting on the other side of her. The first was Lucy Richards, then Maya Woods , then Nora Walker, Anna Perkins , then Jennifer Alvarez, then Zoe Wilson , then Eva Watkins