Claire Stone Nip Slip Novels & Stories

Adrian paid no heed and tried to hold her when Claire slapped him hard, sending her head sideways. *****

"There's something I need you to do for me, Alvin." ____ "After all I've labored over the years in NYC, you think I'll give up easily? No, Caroline. You must be joking. That's never gonna happen." "But Ma'am..." "You just shut up and listen to me! Otherwise you can as well get lost instantly!" Claire snapped as she walked about her living room in her private villa in Canada. After the formidable force supporting Adele succeeded in getting her to leave America for good, Claire Rock swore to make a comeback but before then, she also promised to leave behind a devastating result on DeLa's Fashion to show her spite.

However, Nicole did not have the mood to probe into the woman’s purpose. She turned and looked at Claire. “Mrs. Levine, what happened?” Claire did not know who Clayton was, but she naturally knew who Nicole was. “N-Nicole, is this your friend?” There were a few hints of caution in her tone. Nicole smirked. “Whether or not he’s my friend, can you just slander a person like that?” Nicole’s words were clearly disrespectful. Claire became anxious. “What do you know? When did I slander him? Didn’t I just tell the truth? That man was lustful and tried to harass our distinguished guest.”

For the first two periods, it was the Yasmine show, while I was getting screamed at by Coach, almost getting benched twice for nearly missing my rotations because I was trying too hard to compensate for the North pack’s cheap shots. And by the third period, I was completely fed up. If I was going to get blamed anyway, I might as well make it fun. “Time for a little humble pie.” As the play moved toward the net, I fake-tripped, sending my stick sliding perfectly into the path of the Northern defender who was closing in on Yasmine. It caused a massive, clumsy pile-up that completely shielded what I did from the ref, but it forced Yasmine to lose her footing and awkwardly slide face-first into

"It's a verb. It's something you do. It's showing up when it's hard. It's paying the rent when you're broke. It's finding the person who was hidden and telling them they matter." She looked directly into the lens. "I am Claire Stone. And I am proud of my family. All of it. The messy, loud, complicated truth of it." The cheers were deafening. Five miles away, in a second-floor apartment in Queens, the television volume was turned up too high. The room was small. It smelled of cabbage and dust. The furniture was a mix of pieces that hadn't sold at auction and cheap replacements from IKEA. Franklin Stone sat in a recliner that had a tear in the armrest. He held a can of domestic beer. His hand

THE WATER GOD OF CLARKE STREET It was a cold winter day and Carolyn O’Neil was pissed off at her imaginary friend Bob the Water Sprite. “I hate you Bob,” she rasped, trudging through powdery snowdrifts, “I hate you! Adam Stillman thinks I’m a freak, and it’s all your fault!” “I hate you.” Her angry footsteps scraped the frozen sidewalk and her ponytail swished against the back of her neck as she recalled today’s disaster in sixth period study hall. It had been the most humiliating experience ever and she had Bob to thank for it.

His heart had always belonged to Renee. "Still making excuses? Move!" With that, Finley shoved her. Claire lost her footing, stumbling backward. Her balance tipped, and she tumbled down the stairs.

Her heart stopped. Adrian stepped forward, his fingers brushing against her wrist. Not gripping. Not forcing. Just enough to remind her. "You don’t want to leave." Her breath shook. "Yes, I do." Adrian’s smirk deepened. "Liar." The Attempted Escape Claire didn’t wait. Didn’t think. She ripped her wrist away and bolted for the door. Her breath came fast. Her heart pounded. She reached for the handle—fingers curling around the metal. Almost there.

As Camellia turned to leave, Claire clung to her, neither noticing they were nearing the stair steps. Suddenly, Claire missed a step and pulled Camellia down the stairs with her...

"No." Just then, Claire lunged, reaching to rip the necklace from my throat. I dodged. But in the next second, someone's foot shot out and tripped me. I lost my balance and tumbled backward, my arm slamming hard against the marble floor. A sharp, searing pain shot through me. "Ah!" I cried out, instinctively clutching my stomach. "It hurts!" Claire planted her foot on my hand, pinning it to the ground. She loomed over me, her eyes filled with venom. "I'll teach you to pretend! I'll teach you to steal!"