Claire Redfield Hot Novels & Stories

"And we all know that Claire is... disabled." "Mother -" Fiona said. "What is it?" Ruth snapped. "Claire is not - um. She has a -" Fiona stammered, unable to finish her sentence. "I marked him," Claire said. "But you don't not -" "She does, mother," Fiona said. "I've seen it." "She has a wolf?" Ruth asked, frowning in disbelief. Even Logan and Bruce were frozen, looking at Claire. Fiona nodded. "I saw it. Her eyes were red."

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.

I hadn’t realized she would be able to see the laptop screen. I sat up fast. My eyes landed on the laptop screen and I found it. The bracelet. The exact one I had given Claire the day she got that job at Café One. Why did Isabella have it? I slammed the laptop shut and turned to Serena. She was already asleep. I stood up quietly, pulled on my clothes, and walked out of the room without wasting time. Something was very wrong.

Oliver asked as he brought the hot drinks he had made. “The Tearsmith. Quinn recommended it so I would like to try it out,” Claire replied. She dug her hand into the bowl of popcorn and got a handful. “These look delicious, thanks, babe!” It was when they were halfway through the movie that Claire realised why her best friend recommended watching this movie with Oliver. The steamy scenes were so intense they could make a virgin bride blush. “I didn’t know you liked such types of movies,” Oliver remarked and glanced at Claire with an arched eyebrow.

I concluded in my heart and proceeded to open the kitchen windows so that the smokes could clear out a bit. "Claire will surely hear from me for doing something as risky as this. Where is she anyways?" I asked rhetorically and made my way out of the kitchen when something caught my eyes. Cold chills ran down my spine as I beheld Claire curled in a ball at a corner of the kitchen. Her body was covered in soothe from the smoke and some parts of her skin were starting to turn red probably because she got burnt. I was terrified at the sight of her condition, "What in the world did Claire try to do to herself again?" I growled angrily and walked towards her.

The slight dimming of her smile, the way she sat up straighter, tried harder. It was beautiful. My phone buzzed again, pulling me back to the present. Stefan's face lit up my screen, his fifth call in an hour. With a sigh, I answered. "Darling, you're being needy." "Rose." His voice was rough. Had he been drinking? "She's gone. Really gone. Blocked my number, cleaned out her closet..." "Isn't that what we wanted?" I kept my voice gentle, soothing. The same tone I'd used all those times I'd counseled Camille through her marital problems. Problems I'd carefully orchestrated.

CLAIRE He was Matthew Alaric Kingsley, the man I had rejected in high school because I loved Charles more back then. And now, he reappeared. Unbidden and suddenly in front of me, helping me. "What's going on with you, Claire?" That deep voice entered my ears like a high-speed train that unceremoniously woke me up from the dark, lightless room. Then his eyes descended to watch my belly. "Are you pregnant?" I shook my head weakly. "I used to be. But not anymore."

She could feel a shuddering gathering in her legs which made her want to draw them up to her chest and hug them until the feeling passed away. ‘What are you doing?’ Clare asked him breathlessly as she writhed on the silky sheet. The muscles in her stomach were contracting now, connected to the circuit. Waves of electricity were shooting up and down the side of her rib-cage, making goosebumps as they passed. Her hand instinctively flew down to where he was playing. If this next wave broke over the barrier she couldn’t be held responsible for the number of innocents drowned!

Claire got out of bed and looked at me. "Ryker!" Even though the room was a little dim, the light from the tablet she held let you see that she was blushing. She turned it upside down when she saw I was looking at it. [Warning: Semi-Mature Content] "What are you watching?" I put the cake box on the nightstand. "Movies," Claire said to herself as she put the pillow on top of the tablet that was turned over. What she did made me chuckle. "Oh my gosh!"

Sean said "We need to find out more about this. Before Claire shifted today, she made a waitress fly through a door without touching her. She definitely has special abilities. Who told you about red wolves? We need to talk to them," Stephan said, and Sean and Tanya looked at me, surprised. "There are only two people that we can talk to, and I don't know if Clare would want to talk to them," Sean said "Why," I asked "Because we would have to talk to your Grandparents," Sean said, and I looked at him with a shocked expression. "They are the ones that told your father and me about red wolves,"