Claire Torn Novelas e Histórias

she said, going to one of the shelves. Frances watched her pick a book, mumbled the name and stuffed it back wrongly. "You had better placed it the way you picked it, Rissa," Frances said. "Bah!" She put it in properly and walked to the counter. "What you got there? I'm hungry already." "Then wait for daddy to return," Frances said. "You're treating me badly you know," Clarissa said. "Anyway, guess what." "What?" Frances asked. "I've been selected as one of the few that'd be representing Yuletide High School in the upcoming ballet contest."

Using her good arm, she pulled some of the bushes across the opening, hiding her shelter from view. Only then did she allow herself to collapse, shaking with pain, fear, and exhaustion. "What am I going to do?" she whispered to the darkness. Twenty-four hours ago, she had been Serena Vale, beloved daughter of the Alpha, future Luna of the Silver Ridge Clan. Now she was nothing—a cursed outcast, hunted like prey, broken and alone in a storm. Tears mixed with the rainwater on her face. Everything was gone. Her home. Her future. Even Elias had turned against her.

Sherly said extremely annoyed at Claire. Claire said quietly, “I can pay in installments, right, Mom?” Sherly closed her eyes, “Whatever you want. The director knows you have to pay it all off.” Since Claire accepted the consequences of her mistake, she said, “Yes, ma'am. I'll pay it off immediately.” After saying that, Claire walked out of the room and was surprised to see Felix, the stranger who had been one of the reasons she had been kicked out of the house and had gone through all that.

Claire slyly exclaimed and forcibly pulled out the money. Eve tried to grab it and there was a tug of war between the two of them until... Kreeekk...!!! The money broke into two pieces. Claire covered her mouth and let go of the tug. "UPS!!! Sorry,! It looks torn!" she laughed sarcastically. "Go and get your torn money out of here!" Claire exclaimed as she walked away happily. Eve squatted down to pick up the torn money feeling even sadder. "You're too much, Claire! You're all cruel!"

Still, the worst had not yet occurred. She's here,’ she whispered. I turned. Alpha Tristan. He had a storm-like look on his face. “She?” I asked. He snored towards the edge of the clearing.' A girl of white complexion emerged from the treeline. Chloe. Smiling. Bare feet: Chloe entered the arena. No weapons. No armor. The ghostly white dress and the smirky smile I remembered from the moment she poisoned my lieutenant were both present. The crowd murmured. Then I was swung right up by Alpha Tristan. “She’s baiting you in.". Let me—”.

she shouted at Zen. I was looking at them. I didn’t remember seeing her in the pack before. I looked at the oracle confusedly. In between treating my wound, she said, "This is Claire, the daughter of our late war general. She is an alpha female." Zen and Claire were arguing. Zen took her out of the room to calm her down.

Claire had thrown a temper tantrum like a three year old would have if they were denied their favorite toy. “Are you alright?” Taelin asked. “Yeah, but I hate seeing that mark on your face. It still pisses me off.” I admit. “Hey, I am fine. Honestly it doesn’t even hurt.” She told me. Jayson was over at dad’s talking with him. We usually did everything together but with everything that happened lately we didn’t want to leave Taelin alone. Daymon was over with Zoe while Lucas was somewhere. To be honest we were all slightly concerned that Claire would set one of the houses on fucking fire. She was that fucking insane and desperate. I let out a grunt when Taelin straddled me grinding herself o

"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.

Claire said while looking at her with a worried face. Clairol just shook her head and smile. “Y-yes. I'm okay. Anyways, I'm Clairol Tampson, Mr. Velasquez. It's nice to finally meet you.” She also tried to extend her hand but cause of panick she extend her right hand instead. “Opps. Wrong hand,” she said shyly after shaking the hands of Draven through her left hand. She hopes he didn't remember her. “How about we continue from talking it to the faculty room?” She said casually.

In just a few days, Claire had managed to turn his heart upside down again—and only she had the power to mend all the chaos within him. His hands were still holding onto Claire’s—clutching them tightly, as if he couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing. She was right in front of him, but what if this was all just part of the madness in his head? “You know I deserve all this after what I did to you. But you’re a cruel woman. You’re so cruel, Claire.” Tears streamed down Claire’s face. Her lips remained sealed, but the tears flowed down her cheeks—falling with Mikael’s tears.