Claire Ward Novels & Stories

Her blonde hair cascaded in loose waves over her shoulders and her makeup was flawless with smoky eyes that made her blue eyes stand out and red lips that were both professional and devastating. She looked powerful and she felt it. The waiting room at Richard Grey's office had leather chairs and expensive art and Claire sat down and crossed her legs while other people arrived that she didn't recognize. Then Jeff walked in wearing a black suit and looking exhausted with dark circles under his eyes. Their eyes met and he froze. "You." Claire blinked and then almost laughed at herself because of course he's here, he's Howard's grandson, silly me. She looked away and examined her nails.

The night air is sharp against my skin, carrying the faint scent of the hotel’s rooftop garden. “You look like you’re planning an escape,” a voice drawls. I turn. Clara Vance—sleek, stunning, eyes sharp with amusement—steps into the moonlight. Adrian mentioned her once in passing: an investor’s daughter, polished and ambitious. “I’m not planning anything,” I say cautiously. Clara’s smile is sweet poison. “Don’t worry. You won’t last. None of them do.” My heart thuds. “None of who?” “Adrian’s distractions,” Clara replies, her voice soft as silk. “But don’t feel bad. You’re pretty enough to be convincing—for now.”

Claire was quite grateful to him for that act. The lady that stood with them was none other than Darla Roberts. The renowned blogger who specialized in celebrity gossip and scandal. Her blog, 'Daring' was the most read in all the country. She was well-known and most people tended to avoid having encounters with her to prevent their secrets being exposed. She could also resort to blackmail to get whatever she wanted. Claire knew that the moment she brought herself out to the public, there would be wolves ready to rip her to bits but she was prepared. She wouldn't let anyone bring her down or know her including the infamous Darla.

I hadn’t realized she would be able to see the laptop screen. I sat up fast. My eyes landed on the laptop screen and I found it. The bracelet. The exact one I had given Claire the day she got that job at Café One. Why did Isabella have it? I slammed the laptop shut and turned to Serena. She was already asleep. I stood up quietly, pulled on my clothes, and walked out of the room without wasting time. Something was very wrong.

Same marble floors that could blind you with their polished shine, same golden fixtures that screamed old money and established power, same portraits of dead Alphas glowering judgmentally from the walls like they were still watching everyone who walked beneath them. What had changed drastically was me. Gone was the scrawny, frightened girl who once picked wildflowers in the garden and cried for her papa. In her place stood Lady Evangeline Northcrest, a vision in midnight blue silk with sapphires dripping strategically from her throat. My hair fell in perfect waves down my back, and my smile could convince saints to sin. Nobody who looked at me saw the murderer's daughter. They saw exactly wh

“Jared, you said you were bringing your wife. You didn’t say you were bringing a goddamn goddess.” I smiled politely. “It’s nice to meet you.” “The pleasure,” Raymond said, taking my hand and holding it a beat longer than a handshake required, “is absolutely mine. Jared, how did you manage this?” “Raymond.” The woman at the table said his name in a flat tone that had clearly been worn down by years of use. “I’m just saying…” “You’re always just saying.” She stood and extended her hand to me properly. “I’m Claire. Please ignore him. We’ve been trying to for years and it hasn’t worked, but the effort is ongoing.”

Clara stood in front of her wardrobe with a faint crease between her brows. Tara was already seated on the bed behind her, and her legs crossed, scrolling on her phone like she had been assigned the official role of “outfit destroyer.” Clara pulled out a navy-blue dress. Tara looked up once. “No.” Clara paused. “…You didn’t even think.” “I did. That’s why I said no.” Clara exhaled slowly and returned it to the wardrobe. She pulled out a cream-colored dress next.

I would play it better. --- Meanwhile, across town… Claire gripped the steering wheel with one hand while holding her phone to her ear with the other. “Get everything there is to know about Liam Raul King,” she said into the line, her voice steady and commanding. “Everything, even before he became who he is today. You can do that, can’t you?” “Of course, madam. Thank you for using our service,” the voice on the other end replied smoothly. Claire ended the call and tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips.

Scarlett ( Red ):::::: The Sassy and badass personality. ♤♤♤♤ THE BEGINNING ♤♤♤♤ “Hey! Watch it freak!” A student bumped into Claire Wilson as she was walking to her next class, making her fall. But instead of apologizing, the screamed at her. Claire Wilson is a beautiful eighteen years old girl with pale and delicate skin. Black and white baby eyes. And mostly, long deep brown hair with little curls that go down to her waist. And that's one thing many of the female students are jealous of.

CLAIRE The stage lights were warm and blinding, casting long shadows across the auditorium. My name echoed through the speakers as the host introduced me-"Claire Anderson, survivor, daughter, advocate." A soft applause followed, polite and curious. I stood from my seat, smoothed the front of my black dress with trembling hands, and made my way to the podium.