Claire Torn Novels & Stories

Chloe had done that. Chloe let out a loud, hysterical laugh. “This is a joke,” she muttered. “You can’t do this to me.” The officers moved toward her, but she started thrashing violently. “This isn’t over!” she screamed, her voice wild and manic. “Lucas! You’re supposed to be mine! Claire stole you from me!” Lucas remained silent, his face unreadable. Claire gripped Brian’s hand tighter. Chloe’s eyes darted toward her. “You ruined everything!” she shrieked. “You—”

***Clair's POV** I headed to my children's room when I suddenly got whisked away by Teresa. “Teresa, what's going on?” Teresa looked around and took me to the garden where no one would hear us, since there's no one usually found in the garden. “Clair, what happened?” “Happened? I'm not sure if I understand what you mean?” “Did you have an argument with Trina?” “Oh,” I muttered. “Teresa, you know how annoying Trina can be. She actually accused me of regaining my memory and refusing to tell the Alpha about it since I would rather not leave my position.”

It was just another nightmare. Claire entered, dressed in white, her face streaked with tears, and behind her came a crowd holding phones and cameras, storming in like a mob. "Thomas' mistress! Get out here!" Claire's sharp voice pierced my ears. I struggled to open my eyes, only to see her holding a large banner. [Expose the Homewrecker! Justice Will Be Served!] "Claire?" Margaret and Emily were stunned, not expecting Claire to show up before they finished their plan.

Luciana's POV “And what, Claire?” As I asked her that question, Claire bit her bottom lips. I looked at her and observed her. “When she returned, a lot of things changed from her. She was no longer the Chloe I knew before. It seems like I don't know her anymore.” I nodded my head in response. This is maybe the reason why she acts earlier. Chloe was manipulated by her father and maybe he taught her something that she never learned here. “Don't worry, Claire. We will get your daughter back. I will help you bring her from who she really is. You just have to help me,” I responded.

Emily watched the numbers climb on her phone screen. Likes. Shares. Comments. Each one was another nail in Eve’s coffin. The jerky handheld clips? Those had been hers—taken with a burner phone across the street, the night she followed me from my apartment. Watching had become a second skin, obsession feeding her patience until the perfect angle presented itself.

“T-Tears?” Claire didn’t understand why she was crying. True, she did feel a little jealous, but after her talk with Stephanie at the library, what she saw was nothing she didn’t expect. She mumbled her gratitude and took the handkerchief. Her cheeks warmed up in embarrassment so she dried up her tears as fast as she could. --- “Hey”

The sales lady asked. "I want this!" We told the woman next to me at the same time and pointed to that watch at the same time. "Is this the BOSS Velocity Black Men's Watch?" "Yes!" I frowned because we were still talking together. "I'm sorry ma'am but there's only one left." "It's okay, I went first--" "What? Excuse me, Miss? I was the first--" My eyes widened when I saw who that girl was... "Oh my god! It's you, Claire!" She quickly hugged me and was still jumping up and down like a child.

Shaking my head, I stayed silent before asking him “Where are they now? I haven’t seen her since I’ve gotten here.” “Honestly I don’t know” he shrugged. My frown deepened, where is she? The first horn sounded as the first set of runners took off from the line. My eyes are now glued to the race on one of the tv’s. Bell took off like a bat out of hell, her speed unmatched by the big guys she left in her dust. She made it through the first curve of the dirt track when a runner finally caught up to her. He tried running her off the track by bumping her into the ridge. When he was close enough to her, he swung his elbow at her to knock her off balance, anticipating his move she dropped to a knee

She flicked the light switch with her elbow, and the sight which greeted her this time rooted her to the spot. A torn canvas was scattered around the floor of the studio. Which one was it? Clare dropped her bag and picked up a couple of the pieces. Immediately she recognised the portrait of Steve. Cut to shreds. And it looked as if it had been treated to the addition of a few big splodges of black paint first. ‘Daniel!’ Clare cried angrily. What had he done that for?

"Let it go. Give it to him. And when he's crazy about your charm, whatever you ask for, he'll give it to you. Oh, right? Problem solved immediately." "What?!" Claire turned to the soul reaper in shock. Claire seems to be getting Gami's plan. She will make love to the two and in the end, will ask them to give up their long lives. But she can't! Claire doesn't even know if she really knows how to seduce. But what else can she do? She had to try because that was her mission. She needs to finish to do what needs to be done... to get what she wants to get. Whatever it was, she knew it was important even though she had no memory. Maybe she won't risk herself if the deal isn't important.