Claire Ward Novels & Stories

One of the rare people that made me comfortable, that I could trust, the building blocks to what I was. Claire. Everything about her was perfection, from her rare snow blond hair to her dimpled smile. She was Claire Wright, one of the highest paid models in the world at the moment but to me she was just Claire Hayley Wright, the Chicago girl I’ve known all my life. Dad cleared his throat getting up, “C’mon Chris,” he began taking his cane, ‘we have that uh…thing to get to.” “What thing?” Chris asked leaning back as he looked back at Dad.

“Oh, i’m not good with hacking this type of shit. I think Ginger might help.” “i am?” Ginger asks from the kitchen with her mouth full of icecream. “Oh god thank you so much.” he says holding my hands. When we all go his house, they both go to the office room. While i was downstairs on my phone. After a while i hear the sound of a car engine getting louder and louder. That cant be Dalon’s mom, they arent even finished yet! i start to panic. Once Kyla parks her car she steps out. and might i say her dress was stunning. She looked amazing in that white dress.

she ordered and Jain got up on her feet and exit the room back to her own room for the night. ~ As soon as the maids’ leaves, Claire got into action and pull off the veil on her head, she remove the soft slippers and wear another to make her journey comfortable, the hairpins were gone soon and she took a cloak instead to protect he body from the cold outside the room. Opening the door she give an encouraging outbreath and proceed in search of her husband, she knew how important it is for her husband to visit her room this night and know so well the dishonor it will bring to her if he doesn’t

He doesn't have any idea what happened between the two while he was away, but he could still feel that there is something wrong between those two. What he wasn't aware was Claire cries every time she remembers Tessa. She's just not comfortable to share it even to her brother. She went inside her room and watched a movie. She was having a hard time turning it on since she's not that well-rounded with anything that is not existing inside the prison. Yes, they have televisions inside, but not this expensive one. Finally, she was able to open it and finally watch through it. It was what she just heard from some of the visitors of her fellow prisoner, it's N*****x. She's excited she's about to se

And they were 30 minutes late. Clara was glad she listened to her intuition to bring her sundress and favorite wedges instead of just sticking to jeans, boring tops, and her sneakers. She could have bought another dress from the store, but she doesn’t do well with last-minute purchases. Wearing something that made her feel confident gave her the strength to meet Baz’s parents. The lady at the makeup counter she visited last Friday had instructed her to wear the essentials. Mascara, eyeliner, and lipstick every time she went out so she wouldn’t look so tired even when she was.

“Ms. Greene! Ms. Greene!” The paparazzi hollered my name as I walked into my office building, my Jimmy Choo heels clicking on the ground with each step. Being the daughter of two successful designers has its perks, but you better believe that I worked my ass off to become who I am today: Stephanie Greene, CEO of Claudette Reed, one of the hottest brands that New York has ever seen. My dad, Matthew Greene, CEO of Greene Designs, spoiled me as I grew up. I was his little princess back then. I still am, but now I rather that he calls me “queen” instead. He said the only queen in his life is my mom, Emma.

Some of it was tasteful, but a lot of it just seemed like they were flaunting their wealth needlessly. Claire and I sat in the corner of the room, away from most of the other tables, uninterested in speaking to most of the others in the room. Claire and I were so underdressed for the event that we looked like we didn’t belong, and that was fine for us. We weren’t here to make friends. We had each other, and that was enough. Claire was the daughter of the Full Moon Pack’s Secretary of State. She was important enough that it would never matter what she wore. She was also as beautiful as her mother, with a kind and sincere heart that drew people to her. She was popular at school because of that

"And William, this is Clare –" I stand from the table, jostling the water glasses. "It's so nice to meet you," I rush the reply before Grant discloses my last name. Grant shoots me a questioning expression but continues with the conversation flawlessly. "Clare works at the San Francisco youth center. She's the director. In charge of all the operations." His eyes light up as he talks about me. For the first time I see myself through his eyes. He sounds proud. William — he's never earned the name dad — nods his head. He shoots a thin smile in my direction and then immediately dismisses me turning his attention back to Grant.

Grandma said. Lily looked at the old lady not sure what to do. She wanted to tell her everything and get some advice but on the other hand, she was also not sure if she should do so. "Come now, let's go eat," Grandma said and Lily nodded following the old lady out of the room wiping away her tears and composing herself. They walked past the living room towards the dining area when she heard the news on the TV; the Newscaster "The court trial of Nora Williams, the accused has finally ended. She was found guilty of murdering Mr Adam Shawn and has been sentenced to death by hanging. Let's go to our reporter on the ground for the full details,"

This was the only thing that could take me away from the sour mood I was in, and for this reason, I didn't expect Andrew to keep me in the dark. “Well, the thing is, I've searched for every lady named Clair in all the packs and on the internet, and none of them seems to match your mate. However, this mysterious Clair whose face no one could recognize is actually from the Lockwood pack.” I creased my brow in a frown. Their surnames don't match, and she's not someone who comes from a pack, which is unknown to me. “Was that all you found?” “No, I discovered that this Clair is more private than the rest. What do we say about those who hide from the public and divulge little information about the