Claire Redfield Novelas e Histórias

When Blake finally answered her call, she sounded quite murderous. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of her, Tony,” Blake said teasingly. The truth was I was terrified of Claire Reagan. She was tiny but deadly. Her glares alone made me want to just disappear into thin air. But I wasn’t going to admit that to Blake especially since he looked so relaxed and calm about her being here so I just kept quiet instead. A few moments later, a black SUV pulled up to the front of his grandparents’ cabin. “Tell me one good reason why I shouldn’t just unalive you right now?”

I stared at the phone until the screen went dark, then hurled it against the wall. It shattered, pieces of glass and plastic scattering across the floor like the leftover of everything i had destroyed. Claire was coming back to New York. She was coming back as Alexander Hayes's fiancée, armed with success and confidence and the backing of one of the most powerful men in the world. She was coming back to destroy me. And God help me, part of me couldn't wait to see her try. Because maybe, finally, I would get to see the fire in her eyes that should have been there all along.

But what this woman is asking for isn't that easy. "Hey! What happened? Are you still having a second thought? It's a matter of life and death, Lara." Those words came from Claire were like echoes that repeated in my ears. I don't want to do this, but I have to. I closed my eyes and signed the contract in front of me, while my tears streamed down my face. As I write my name on that paper, Claire quickly took it and signed it. "Okay! That's settled," she said. Her lips had a beautiful smile, a smile that seems to say that she finally found a way to escape the responsibility given to her.

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."

Kaelen remained rooted in place like a statue, transfixed by the match. I spotted Damian across the arena. He was surrounded by men and women with glowing eyes. They all watched the fight with rapt enthusiasm. I scanned the members of Eclipse, unsure of what I was looking for—Orion, maybe? He wasn’t among them. My gaze lifted to the private boxes higher up, and a familiar delicate profile with short blond hair caught my attention. Every cell in my body froze. Claire. But it couldn’t be her. She was dead. I’d seen her body hanging in our dorm room with my own eyes.

She went to the office early, before the building filled, and knocked on the communications department door and Claire opened it and they looked at each other for the first time knowing what they were. Claire Reyes was thirty-five years old, four years older than Lila, with a bearing that was European and precise and an expression that was guarded in the specific way of someone who has learned to read rooms carefully because rooms had often held surprises she didn't like. She was wearing the Kingsley jaw in the same way Lila wore it — slightly more pronounced, inherited from James rather than from Lila's father's side of the line, but unmistakable once you were looking for it.

"Ignore it." "No, wait," Claire said, wiping a tear from her eye. "It might be Ethan. He was worried about you." She stood up and walked over to the intercom screen. She pressed the video button. Claire expected to see Ethan's messy hair. Instead, the screen lit up to reveal a sharp, elegant woman in a designer coat standing in the lobby. Her lips were painted blood red, and her eyes were completely furious. It was Vivian Kingston. Raphael's mother.

“That is what we wanted people to believe. Please. Let me come inside. I have proof. And there are things John needs to know before it is too late.” I let her in, my hands shaking as I closed the door behind her. Mia came down the stairs holding Hope and stopped dead when she saw our visitor. “Who is this?” Mia asked, her voice wary. Claire looked at Mia with soft eyes. “You must be Mia. You look so much like your mother. I am your Aunt Claire. I have been gone a long time but I am here now.” We sat in the living room. Claire pulled out a folder from her bag and spread documents across the coffee table. Old medical reports. Fake death certificates. Photos of her and Sarah together years ago.

The first thing he did was to hack into the system as he call Shirley and tell her to enter the room where their money was loaded. Clara on the other hand was able to distract them from what was happening by dancing to a rhyme of a music which she has put. For Twenty minutes she was entertaining them just by dancing like a stripper as the phone given to her ring out of the speaker. She quickly stopped dancing and ended the call. They're done and she needs to escape them right now but how? ***** T b

Yes, the dark was darkest around that red light, and he couldn't go inside but just stared into the darkness, trying to memorize its shape until Claire's face appeared in front of him. She smiled as she walked over to him, touching his hand with her soft hands. Her hair was braided, and as she walked with him towards that red light, he could not see where he was walking to as the darkness had no ground. He looked up and saw what seemed like a red eagle. Claire looked back, showing a broad smile. She wore a red dress and black boots, and he was lost in her big blue eyes as she showed her perfect teeth. "Where are you taking me to, Claire?" Thats when he felt no ground under him and fell down.