Claire Torn Novels & Stories

Treznor asked stuttering. "Its not your business. And for your information, we surrounded your dean and wrong move you do will destroy everything. I have my weapon, the real power and the true life. Surrender or else all of you will die." Hirre said but Treznor did not accept the fact, he looked around uneasy and when he felt he was defeated, he held Claire's body and threw it away into the glass window in order to escape. "NOOO!" Claire shouted but it was too late, she become the sacrifice for Treznor. Claire's body hit the window and the glass was broken. And because she was just human, she face death easily.

All it took was her weak heart to cling to something that wanted it. “Was this the plan all along?! For you to trap him and make him do this with you?! And you call yourself a professional that helps people!” Klaire’s entire face was deep red. Infuriated was not even the word to describe what she was feeling right now. “And you.” Klaire turned to Casey who was standing next to her. Her voice was filled with venom and so much hurt. “How dare you make a fool of me. HOW DARE YOU CHEAT ON ME! WITH HER OF ALL PEOPLE!”

Her mind buzzed with a flurry of questions, seeking answers that would provide clarity and heal the wounds that had festered for far too long. What had triggered this transformation in Nathan? Was it a genuine change of heart, born from a newfound realization of the depth of his mistakes? Or was it merely a temporary facade, a desperate attempt to salvage what remained of their connection? The uncertainty gnawed at Claire's insides, her instincts and emotions engaged in a fierce battle for control.

she reached out her hand to shake his hand; this is my camera; what you have done was terrific. Claire stood in front of Tania and smiled, "yes, it was,” she said sarcastically. "Shouldn't you be back at your photo shoot? As you can see, this is a personal matter." Tania smirked, "I remember you, the girl who always followed in my shadow; it looks to me like it's more than just a personal matter Claire." Claire gave a fake smile, "follow your shadow? Wouldn't that be me trying for an Anorexic advert?"

It was very unusual. “Hello!” I said as I picked up. "Claire’s gone!" she shouted the moment I picked up. "What?" I sat up straight. My hands started shaking uncontrollably. “What the hell do you mean, gone?" "She got wasted at the club, Theo. Some guy, an Alpha named Dave, offered to buy her drinks and then...she had too much to drink and he took her away when he realised she was no longer in control. “I tried to stop him, but I didn’t get the chance. I think Claire’s in danger!"

CLAIRE IS CURRENTLY inside Blaire’s car. She was discharged. She should feel fine but apparently she can’t think properly. She doesn't know how to approach Blaire without making him upset. It seems that every time she says something, all she can get is his sarcasm and mockery.

“I said, why should I bother? You’re already doing everything for me, aren’t you?” Oh, damn. Did I really just hear that? Claire sounded like she was calling the shots here. “Watch your mouth, Lady Halle! You’re nothing but—” “I *am* the Luna of this Pack. Or have you forgotten?” Claire interrupted, her words striking like a whip. “You—” “I’m done here,” Claire said, rising from her seat. “Thanks, but staying here any longer and listening to you talk makes me nauseous.” With that, she walked off, leaving her plate barely touched. One or two bites at most—not nearly enough for a proper meal.

Claire smirked and said, "So, Mr Nothing, why can't I see the camera?" Shawn looked at Claire in horror and almost screamed out his lungs at her to caution her, but he had no chance to do that. The CEO replied to Claire before he could open his mouth. "There is no camera there." Claire went silent. Her thoughts are all over her head. 'How can I know who I spent the night with then? And also, the person who framed Finn and lied that Finn sent her to give me a drugged drink?' She remembered vividly that Ace was the one who led her away after she was drugged, but she didn't want to believe that she had spent the night with Ace. If that were to be true, she might puke.

Claire said as she looked at Marissa through her wet eyes that she tried so much to keep dry. “Driving force?”. Marissa asks, knowing fully well what Claire was referring to but chose to play dumb because she herself was not ready to face it. She really wasn’t ready to face the fact that she ran away at first from Dario because she deemed him a monster, now, she was the one who was turning him back into one. “Your reason for training is hard all of a sudden, despite your wounds”. Claire said, pointing out to the healing cuts she had on her arms and neck.