Claire Torn Novels & Stories

Cal moved three times as much as anyone else and said nothing. By evening the rooms were settled enough. Claire put her books on the windowsill shelf — three healer manuals, two she had bought at a shop on the way through town, one she had found in the pack house library and asked Rowan if she could borrow. She hung one photograph on the wall above the desk. Her parents, her father's arm around her mother's shoulder, both of them squinting into summer sun. Her mother young in it, twenty-something, before Claire was born, in a field that Claire now suspected was North Ridge land.

Caitlyn Christian's face was filled with panic. The woman called Claire lifted the red glasses on her face and showed an evil smile, "I don't want anything on you anymore, but... That girl seems to have what I want on her body. Besides... there are two lives here. I have to take one more thing from you. But that can wait until they're healed." "Then what do you want?" Caitlyn Christian asked. Claire turned to look at me, the red glasses on her face eerily making me feel I was facing a dangerous creature.

I hissed and turned to leave, only to hit my leg on a rock. "Witch!" I yelled, feeling the pain shoot through me. CLAIRE I stared at my dress in frustration as tears gathered in my eyes. How could he ruin the one last gift she gave to me?! How did I even find such a crazy jerk cute in the first place? I must be crazy! I brought out my cellphone from my bag to check the time, and my chest almost flew out of my mind when I saw that it's just five minutes to the start of the audition.

I finally said in a low whisper to him. “You don’t have to know,” Kieran said softly, stepping closer until he was only a few feet away. “You just have to try. The clans are already aware of your presence. The moon goddess has guided you here for a reason. Whether you believe it or not, you are the key to our survival.” I felt the weight of his words settle on my shoulders, crushing and suffocating me. My chest ached deeply as I felt the pressure of everything within me. I had not even been able to heal from my grief and now, this?

CLAIRE He was Matthew Alaric Kingsley, the man I had rejected in high school because I loved Charles more back then. And now, he reappeared. Unbidden and suddenly in front of me, helping me. "What's going on with you, Claire?" That deep voice entered my ears like a high-speed train that unceremoniously woke me up from the dark, lightless room. Then his eyes descended to watch my belly. "Are you pregnant?" I shook my head weakly. "I used to be. But not anymore."

I printed the relevant records instead and then I placed them beside the technical report. The tool marks. The access logs. The schedule change. The question about the ferris wheel. The question about Claire's attendance. Tiffany's short employment history. I looked at the collection of papers, none of them was enough but together, they demanded attention. I heard footsteps in the hallway and I closed the laptop. Claire appeared in the doorway wearing a loose sweater, her hair falling over one shoulder. “You're still working?” I smiled. “Unfortunately.” She glanced at the papers on my desk. “Something happened?”

Mmm, there must be something fishy with them. I turned my head back to examine Becca, and I just saw something on her neck. Now, that's a hickey for sure. Well, I have seen something like those from Morgan and Cassidy. Damn, I told you that something is going on with them. I looked back again at Shane, and she waved at me. Then my gaze traveled to the redhead, and she's just singing so cool. Like, damnit, she's both so cool and so hot. "Thank you all for listening and watching, and also, for your requests. Once again, this is Claire Lawrence."

Morgan said but then Claire let out a loud gasp. Morgan's stomach drops as she prepares herself. Seeing nothing she stared at Claire who was now crying. "Morgan your back," Claire said, reaching up with gentle hands and touching her bleeding back. Morgan gritted her teeth to stop from wincing. She didn't realize how much pain she was in. The back of her dress had large tears in it from the branches and tree bark. She knew her skin had to be ripped open but didn't know how bad. The wetness on her back she had chalked up to sweat or mud from the ground. She looked down at Claire and her bright blue eyes filled with tears. This little girl who is blaming all this evil on herself. This little

said Claire and turned around then walked ahead . " Hey , where are you going ? " said Chloe . " Toilet ! A certain strong perfume scent is making me wanna vomit . " said Claire and walked ahead . " That ugly pauper rat ! " said the girl next to Chloe annoyed . " Chloe , could she win ? " asked the other girl next to her a bit hesitantly . " How can she possibly win ? I will make sure she never hits the target . " said Chloe with a vicious smirk .

Selena was left looking out the window. Claire could no longer wait for her lawyer to arrive. Her older brother will finally be recover. And someone will also prove that she did not kill their mother and stab her. With a little patience, she will have a fresh start. “Garcia! You have a call! ” The newly assigned policeman shouted again at their precinct. She almost tripped as she reached the telephone. “Hello? Who's this?" “Claire! This is Tessa… don’t be surprised by what I will tell you huh? ” “Tessa… tell me. You make me nervous ”