Claire Ward Novels & Stories

said Carol and grabbed Claire from her arm to pull her forward . " He he he he !.........Claire.......how about you do a little performance for us ? " said Chloe with a devilish smirk . " Performance ? " said Edward surprised . " This girl is known for being a computer . She often takes part in competitions with money prizes . Knowing your obsession with Puff collectibles , I am sure the two of you are here to grab the first prize . As always , Claire will come to your attendance Carol . " said Chloe . " Chloe , Claire is my friend . " said Chloe, and Claire stopped her from going to Chloe .

I practically zone out as Edward continues on with his position against us, knowing it doesn’t matter anyway. “We have a witness.” Edward says, pulling my attention back. Just then the side entrance door swings open and Claire walks in. Her red hair is pulled into a neat bun on the crown of her head, her back skirt is long and fitted, and her heels clack against the tile as she takes a seat next tot the judges stand. She sits with her shoulders straight and her back tall. Everything about her is screaming class and professionalism. She even added some color to her cheeks which illuminates rather than contrasts her milky white skin.

Clare walked into the studio and as always, all heads turned to her. A young lady ran up to her. “Good morning, Miss Timbers. I'm Tina and I'll be your personal assistant for the duration of this movie. Please, let me take your bag." Clare removed her glasses, and for the first time, looked at the person talking to her. “Do you think I'd let you touch my twenty thousand dollar Prada bag, with your dirty hands? Take me to your director. I need my private dressing room." Clare looked at her with disgust.

The first thing he did was to hack into the system as he call Shirley and tell her to enter the room where their money was loaded. Clara on the other hand was able to distract them from what was happening by dancing to a rhyme of a music which she has put. For Twenty minutes she was entertaining them just by dancing like a stripper as the phone given to her ring out of the speaker. She quickly stopped dancing and ended the call. They're done and she needs to escape them right now but how? ***** T b

Claire entered the room where all the rookie models are, stomping her feet in annoyance. She saw how Heidi snickered and laughed at her, it was clear that what she’s wearing is nothing but cheap clothes. Her pride was hurt with that, and even her fists remained clenched. Heidi might have tried her contempt, however, it did not escape Claire’s keen eyes. ‘Just wait, when I become the wife of Azrael, you won’t be looking down on me anymore, I can end you and your company’ she thought while her lips were pressed tightly.

Regina raised her eyebrows and showed provocation because she knew what was going to happen next. Regina cleaned everything up and put it in her bag. She walked out of the classroom and walked down to the school cafeteria. In front of the cafeteria door, Claire had been waiting for Regina for a long time. When she saw Regina approaching, Claire happily waved her hand. Claire Belinda has been Regina's best friend since childhood. She is the daughter of the president of the Belinda jewelry group. Claire's whole family has always loved Regina and her mother. Claire always stood up for Regina when she was in trouble. Later, Claire went to study abroad, so there was no one to support Regina anymo

He stared at her for a while, then finally leaned away from the wall, unfolded his arms at that moment, turned around and then walked out through the door he had been standing in front of. Theresa turned her head in time to see two maidens who were likely to be in her age range approaching her but Claire was a winter older than she was. She was nineteen. Claire stopped before her, with a cold and haughty look on her face. "Don't feel so welcomed yet, nymph. People get clumsy and accidentally fall off cliffs or lose their way and accidentally end up trapped in trolls’ caves, you know?" She angrily hissed and stalked past Theresa, deliberately brushing her with her shoulder which made Theresa

The door swung open, revealing Claire, her eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and wariness. Velma's voice, tinged with venom, pierced the silence. "You think you're so special, don't you?" she hissed, her words laced with a toxic blend of anger and resentment. "Well, let me make this clear, Claire. If you know what's good for you, you'll back off and let me have what is rightfully mine."

Her hands trembled at her sides. “Figure out your feelings,” she finished for me. Voice barely above a whisper. “For who, Adrian? For me? Or—” The front door opened before she could finish. Claire walked in Heels clicking on marble, oversized blazer, phone already in her hand. She took one look at Lila’s face, one look at me by the window, and her lips curved into a smile that wasn’t kind. “Well,” Claire said, dropping her bag on the antique chair. The sound was too loud in the quiet. “Am I interrupting a proposal or a funeral?”

Entering the cafe, Claire stormed into the changing room. She was late, and she needed to be ready before Jenna showered her with scoldings. To keep the wolf from the door, Claire used to work a part-time job at a cafe that unfortunately belonged to the Kingsleys. Her little stunt with Adrian had snatched all her opportunities to get a job in the city and left her with the only option for survival: to accept the job Adrian offered her. He had literally caged her in his world.