Claire Stone Nip Slip Novels & Stories

I didn't miss the look she gave to Stephen. "Okay, but if you hurt her, you will pay," Stephen said "Well, I am not going to hurt her," Lauren said, then pricked my finger. My blood fell on the stone she was holding. "Look into the stone, Claire," She said, and I did as she told me.

“Same as you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, neither do I. If I don’t think it’s worth staying with you guys, I’ll leave. I don’t want to waste my days arguing over every little thing and carrying people who don’t even want to try.” Claire’s mouth shrunk into her face. Her body trembled, and I thought she might start crying. But she lowered herself to her knees and picked out some stones from the grass. She stood up again and loaded her sling, spun it and then whipped it down. Before the stone had even landed, she had reloaded and fired off another one. Then another, and another. She wasn’t aiming — most of the time she was staring at me — but they came out fast and low, pepperi

"May we talk?" Joyce’s smile faltered as her attention shifted to James. She quickly pushed Nathan off the desk and followed James toward the elevator. As she stepped in, she glanced at Nigel, her gaze lingering for five seconds too long. A sudden, unshakable chill ran down her spine, leaving her insides trembling.

Chloe Montclair I do not know what came over me. All I could think of was just to land my palm on his cheek and now, I regret it. He was just as shocked as I was even though, he didn't look upset. I don't know why he looks so calm despite everything I've done. Isn't he supposed to be mad at me for slapping him? "I-" I was ready to apologize to him and tell him I didn't mean to do that but, my room door burst open and Tiana and Janet both walked in.

Elias responded, clutching his back and groaning as if in great pain. But Claire simply rolled her eyes and took his jacket. She walked away, heading off into the kitchen. Sitting on the counter, her long, bare legs swung back and forth as she tapped the cabinet with her heels. It was a song that Elias had heard in a store, and he smiled. Claire had resisted the flow of time for over fifteen years, refusing to learn the new technology or follow the events of the world. But as she tapped out the melody of the Taylor Swift song, he nodded his head, satisfied. She caught his glance and rolled her eyes, switching to a song by Destiny’s Child with her tongue out.

Including the maniac who thrashed the chair simply because the man in the wheelchair raised his voice a little. Claire swallowed again, before quickly making a useless attempt to run. That was her second mistake. Because her concussed head was unable to cope with the intense rush of adrenaline. She collapsed on her knees, wanting nothing more than for the entire room to fucking stop spinning. Holding her head as if suddenly the room was too loud, Claire sank into herself, until a pair of shiny black shoes came into her view. Claire scooted back to avoid making eye contact with Nico. “Looks like the bait is ready to be hooked.”

Through the glass, the garden appeared ghostly in the fog—bare trees, marble statues slick with dew. At the end of the corridor, Falvio paused by a door. A faint scent of lavender drifted through the cracks—Analees’s scent. Raphael’s heart thundered in his chest. Falvio turned the handle. Locked. “Strange,” he said. “You lock storage rooms?” Raphael managed a dry laugh. “Old habit. The maid keeps cleaning supplies there. Last time my niece wandered in, she spilled half a bottle of bleach.” Falvio regarded him quietly for a moment, then released the handle. “Children can be such trouble.”

he says adding some hair clips to get my hair away from my face, the second he turned the other way, I took the clips off shaking my head. "Nova" he says seeing the clips next to me, I just shrug hating them. "Bad puppy" he says getting a hairband instead this time, getting the hair out of my face again. I tried to take it off again, but he slapped my hand off, fixing it on my head, he picked me up and moved out of the room. "Good morning Nova" Keiran says, along with him was Andy, I smiled at them both sitting on my own seat ready for breakfast. But I wasn't in the mood for eggs, I wanted pancakes, or maybe cereal, but daddy was ignoring my whine and pushing food around.

Nevaeh, now back on her feet, looked at me with an air of meekness and gently spoke, "Mag, please apologize to everyone. Don't make Dad any angrier. Ignoring her, I picked up a nearby wine glass, swirling its contents as I asked, "Dad, I'll ask you one last time. "Are you certain that your biological daughter, the sole heiress of the Saccone family, is Nevaeh and not me?" My persistence drew mocking laughter from the crowd. Right then, Don puffed out his chest and replied firmly, "Of course! How could I possibly mistake my own daughter?" Before his words even finished, I hurled the wine glass straight at his forehead, shattering it against him. I then turned and slapped Nevaeh across the fac

Claire tried to stifle her cries of pain, knowing that it would only make things worse. “I'm the only one who can touch you. I am the only one who can feel your skin under my hands. Like this.” He skimmed them up her sides, down. Her stomach shakes when he unhooked her slacks. He leaned forward and caught her chin in his teeth. A brief nip shot an ache down the center of her body.