Claire Redfield Fanart Novels & Stories

She gestured vaguely at Dante and Silvio. Claire was already tapping away at her iPad with renewed vigor, "I know so many guys in the art world, Gianna. And I don’t mean the starving artist types. I’m talking about decent, cute, decent men. Architects, gallery owners, collectors. I have a list. I’m going to set you up." "No, really, Claire, it’s fine," I said, laughing nervously. "I’m good. I have a lot of schoolwork, and—"

It continued that way until she had to leave after being promoted from work, Roselle, in particular, favored her most among out of all the candidates, she was liked by her co-models too, being the gentle and lovable girl, the opposite of the mean Nixie. “Ahh, I can’t remember the other small details” Claire crumpled the paper on her hand, and began doodling again of what the plot should be. So far, she has only changed a few things, however, it seems like this will continue changing the whole plot. She needed not to worry, the ending would be the same, regardless. “Urgh, should I just not continue doing this?” she murmured in annoyance and scratched one more paper, adding to a number of crum

But all my efforts seemed to be going down the drain now with all the constant squabbles between us. "Hey!" I jolted out of my reverie when Claire snapped her fingers in my face. "Sorry. I zoned out." I said a little curtly. "I noticed." She gave me a cheeky grin. I joined her in the back of the vehicle whilst the driver and bodyguard stayed in front. Claire and I got talking and in no time I had learnt quite a lot about her. She was an only child, twenty five years old, single and new at Kingston Corp though she had been in LA since she finished from college. She was a makeshift artist when she wasn't doing tech and I found that quite impressive. I eventually promised to see some of her wor

I need answers first. We keep working, the room quiet except for typing and Vorian’s calls. I am lost in the logs, my mind racing; Holt, the envelopes, the breach. I am scared, more than I wanna admit. Someone is watching, and they are close. Too close. Then I notice it; a faint red smudge on Claire’s tablet case, left on the couch from when she showed us the news. It is the same red as my envelopes, bright, unnatural. My heart slams, my breath catching. Claire? No way. She has been with NexusVibe forever, running herself ragged for Vorian.

"I'm good. And oh my God, you look amazing! The last time I saw you, you looked so different. But then again, that was a weird time for us to meet, right?" Claire really did not go there, but from seeing the look on her face, it's hard for me to believe that it was said with ill intent. Come to think of it, this girl just seems like a less-evil carbon copy of Felicity Felix--beautiful blue eyes, perfect figure (she is a little more petite than Felicity) and a bright smile. The only difference is the red hair. And maybe even the age; how old is this woman? 20? 21? She can't be around my age. There's no way--her face is way too fresh looking.

he let out a snort. Claire raised her eyebrows. It seems like now she wants to be worried because she agreed to let Gami take her memories. She didn't know what kind of relationship this man had with her. What if it was her enemy back then? "Take me back," Claire said nervously. It's hard to fight if she doesn't know who the enemy is. After all, she was only there for a mission, why did she have to be interrupted by this handsome creature. Claire blinked. Couldn't this be one of his stalkers? Well, she is beautiful. And when she wears a sexy party dress like that, her beauty and charm floats even more. So, it is not surprising to know that such a handsome creature is obsessed with her.

I looked at the photo on the file again, the real Claire, smiling faintly, unaware her life was now intertwined with mine. “So she’ll wake up someday?” “That depends on you,” he said simply, then added with a lazy grin, “Now, are you done asking questions, or do you plan to faint again?” I looked up again, but Red was gone. Vanished into thin air. Typical. Fine. I was on my own now. The glass doors slid open, and my reflection stared back at me. Claire Hart’s face, Elizabeth Wakefield’s soul. Let the show begin. - I pushed open the glass door, nerves coiling like live wires beneath my skin.

At least, the heavenly bodies should grant the permission for us to meddle with physical affairs so we'd get to teach them a lesson or two. Elana was still on the floor, frozen… and she looked like she was waiting for the worst to happen already. I moved closer to her, and she almost pulled me to join her on the ground. I licked my lips and then folded them into a thin line so she wouldn't see how I was trying to mask my reaction to how funny and clow-ny she looked. "I'm sure I know who that is, Arden. Please, we're already doomed way too much to be unbothered by that scent” She whispered, tears forming in her eyes.

"Is it only right when your kids are in kindergarten?" I sighed. "You know how things are.He can’t go public yet." "What if you get caught now?" Clara’s eyes sparkled. "Can I be your hype man?Can I ship you two in real life? Can I be your secret agent?" I froze, my hand still on my button. I laughed, amused. "Just don’t make trouble." "I promise! I’ll keep it under wraps!" Clara suddenly gasped, grabbing my wrist. "Wait!The artist behind 'Soft and Sweet'—the one who draws the comics—that’s you, right?"

I watched them unpack from the shadows, already planning my limited strikes. Claire found one of Harper’s old drawings left behind in a closet. It showed a woman with dark marks around her neck standing by the water. Bella picked it up and declared it pretty. Michael laughed it off as kids’ art, but I saw Claire tuck it away with a frown.