Claire Torn Novels & Stories

A wave of searing pain hit Claire, ripping a cry from her throat. "Finley, don't go! My stomach—" He stopped and looked at her, his expression cold and unfeeling. "I don't have time for this. Do you even get what it means if Renee's hand scars? She's a celebrity. Stop being so selfish." He walked off with Renee, never looking back. Claire watched him go, despair crushing her. The pain spiked, tearing through her.

At the Lynx Estate, far from the gentle village air, tension simmered beneath designer walls and imported rugs. Ray sat at his desk, frustration etched across his face like an old scar. He had requested the security footage from the cliff again, desperate for anything any shadow, any flicker, any truth. But it was all blank. As if someone had deliberately scrubbed the truth from existence. A knock on the door of Mrs. Lynx's office interrupted the tense silence. Mark entered, cold and calculating, a sneer barely hidden beneath his composure. Jacqueline sat in the corner, sipping tea, her eyes narrowing at his entrance.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she added in a hoarse voice, "What if they really cut off her fingers? My baby doesn't like pain..." "We will find her before they do that. You might leave but what if they don't bring Thalia back? Why would they even want you to leave the city? It's not like your presence will put anyone in trouble and I doubt you've already offended someone. You haven't had any court cases lately..." Quinn trailed, a frown on her face. "I may have offended someone. The finance director at work... I exposed his theft to Oliver. Maybe he found out somehow and wants me gone," Claire replied, her stomach twisting and turning when it dawned on her.

Claire yawned as she walked into the living room, rubbing her eyes and plopping down on the sofa. "Hi Claire, do you feel better now?” Lucas asked, looking up from his chopping. Claire stretched and nodded. "A bit, yeah. Thanks for letting me rest." Darren waved a spatula in greeting. "How's it going, BBG?" he said with a playful grin. Claire chuckled. "It's going smooth, Darren. Thanks for being here too." Claire rolled her shirt and tied the back to make a crop top, revealing her stomach. "Guys, take a look at this," she said, pointing to her head to her stomach.

My ticket to something better. I could do this. No choice but to try. As I started unpacking, the sound of tires on gravel made me look up towards the window. A black shiny Alfa Romeo rolled to a stop out front. When the door opened, a tall figure stepped out. Even from this far away, there was no mistaking him. Blake Hawthorne was here. And suddenly, the air felt different. Like everything was about to change…. Like comment and share. xx

” Damien smiled “Do you think clearing your one million debt is that simple? You need to work for it. Don’t worry, I’ll try my best to study hard” I didn’t believe that statement one bit. There was a knock on the door. A woman walked in with a big smile.She looked kind and gentle, and she had long hair and soft eyes. “Mum, why are you in my room?” Damien groaned. My eyes widened. That’s his mum?! Why does she look so graceful unlike Damien? “I didn’t come here for you” She said, glaring at him “I came here to see your new friend” She came towards me with a gentle smile “You must be Liam, Damien has told me so much about you”

"You said no to your family. You walked away from a toxic dinner. You went to the doctor when you felt something was wrong. The old Claire wouldn't have done any of that." She's right. Old Claire—first timeline Claire—would have ignored her symptoms until she collapsed. Would have given her family every penny for Elena's wedding and had no money for medical care. Would have died alone and unloved. This Claire went to the doctor. This Claire is getting treatment. This Claire has a therapist and a support system and a bank account with savings. This Claire is fighting. "What do I do now?" I ask. "Now?" Dr. Chen smiles. "Now you see the hematologist. You get the biopsy. You get a treatment plan

Delila’s face was pale. Her whole body trembled. She clung to her parents, tears streaming down her face as she had done before, while begging them over and over to believe her. Kelvin frowned and shook his head in disappointment. “Even now, you’re still trying to wriggle out of it.” With that, he projected a USB drive onto the makeshift screen. “The dashcam footage has been recovered. The truth will be revealed shortly.” The final moments before my death was replayed, scene by scene. Delila’s shrill cry of “I want you dead!” echoed in everyone’s ears.

Theo's POV The moment Claire burst through my office door, tears streaming down her face and her entire body trembling with the aftershock of what she'd endured, something inside my chest shattered completely. I didn't need to ask what had happened—the devastation written across her beautiful features told me everything I needed to know about the price of my public declaration.

Immediately, Lorian let out a cold laugh, flicking his fingers. A wave of purification power shot forward. It stripped the silver poison from their claws and forced it back into their bodies through their wounds. "AAAH—!!" The three royal heirs crashed heavily to the ground, screaming in agony as the silver poison backfired through their bodies. Camilla, who had pinned all her hopes on them, went deathly pale. Her last illusion was shattered completely. She turned and tried to run, but Cael grabbed her instantly and threw her back at my feet.