Novel & Cerita Claire Weekes Book

Of course. Of course, it was her. Claire Weston. The woman who abandoned Alex and Tristan. I’d only seen Claire in passing years ago—pregnant, bitter, whining that Alex was too busy being Aurelia’s bitch-boy to focus on her. I’d wanted to rip her throat out then. Now that Alex was mine, that urge was stronger. A deep growl escaped before I could stop it. Kia surged forward, my canines and nails lengthening. I forced her back. Claire didn’t get to be the reason our secrets were exposed. I had to handle this my way.

Katherine asked and a flicker of hope flashed through Claire. She hastily grabbed her phone and dialled Wesley's number. He was from a wealthy family so she was sure he had connections to help her out. "Wesley can-" "Claire, I'm very busy right now, let me call you back," Wesley said on the phone. He didn't give Claire a chance to talk and cut the call. Claire's heart sank to her feet, desperation filling her completely. She couldn't imagine Thalia spending hours in the hands of strangers.

It looks like she will have a heart attack from every second that she will stay here with Andromeda, her lies will pile up one after another! She also can’t let Andromeda be of aid to her, she might discover odd things that she possesses, such as having a napkin...she’s sure Andromeda doesn’t get monthly menstruation, so there’s that. She would be caught with one tiny mistake, and she can’t risk it. She must follow as much as she can, what was written in the n***l. As what was narrated… Claire, the cheerful and clumsy girl lived with Nixie for two months before leaving for a bigger project. Despite being taunted by the breath-taking villains, she continued being a gentle and lovable girl.

There was not even a single task their sages assigned them to do. Clara was humming to herself when her eyes spotted the red leather-bound book she stole in the hidden room beneath the redwood. Until now, she was wincing at the idea that she managed to steal a book that wasn’t hers. Over and over, she tried to console herself that she only borrowed it and would eventually return it once she was done.

I open my mouth to scream but pause when I hear the familiar voice; “It’s me, bitch. Cut it out.” My mouth snaps shut as annoyance skitters down my spine. I fold my arms, lift my chin and glare down at her. Dressed in black hoodie and matching dark leggings, Claire looks like a nineteen year old hipster kid. “Claire? That’s a terrible disguise. What the hell do you want?” She takes a step in my direction, her eyes sparking venom; “You’re behind that terrible review stunt, aren’t you? You’re behind everything that’s been happening for the past few weeks.”

“You manipulated me into manual labour.” Claire glanced at the boxes, genuinely pleased with herself. Then she handed me a pile of books. “And yet you’re still here.” I hated that she had a point. I took the books from her, muttering under my breath, already imagining the hours this was going to take. And, more annoyingly, the delay it would cause before I could see Caleb again. Claire smiled victoriously at the wall. We worked for a while, the two of us moving between boxes, passing tape back and forth, talking about her new place, about how Jenna was swamped this week and couldn't make it.

According to Clarissa’s memories, she hadn’t read this book yet. It was a werewolf themed novel and Clara was sceptical at first, but she was soon lost in the story. Clara read the book with close attention and when she finished, she found it was now half five in the morning. She put down the book and her eyelids began to droop. She felt very ready to sleep now. She could get through everything; she was going to get revenge against everyone who had hurt her and Clarissa. ***

On the back, it was written, 'I will ruin them, Clara. 'Who's Clara?' Rachel thought. She tried finding some more clues but she didn't get any. On flipping the book pages, she found another photograph of the same lady. It said, 'We will finally get together.' Things were becoming confusing for Rachel. She found some more pictures with messages like 'Life is gonna be exciting.' , 'Just 9 days to go' and so on. Another hint is, that they were kept in one book series.

It felt like a mental cloud looming over everything around me. I paused as I came across a book with a title that caught my attention – "The Rape Recovery Handbook." Drawing a deep breath, I glanced over my shoulder to make sure no one was around, then took the book off the shelf. I opened it and let my fingers skim its pages. I suddenly got reminded of what Vincenzo told me last night about Ethan. Clutching the book tightly against my chest, I decided to call Ethan's mother. The phone rang once, then twice before she answered. Her voice sounded raspy as she spoke, "Hello, Claire?"

She's only lucky I didn't beat girls. Zara waved a dismissive hand. “Yes, yes, whatever rocks your incestuous little boat.” She leaned in close to Claire, her voice dropping to a loud whisper that was somehow more chilling than a scream. “Tell me, Claire, just how do you manage to both fantasize about him and then draw it all out in your little notebooks?” Claire looked so tongue-tied. So paled out.