Claire Weekes Book Novels & Stories

I shook my head. “In these books must be the truth, maybe in that notebook,” Amelie said. "I came to inform you of this precisely because a half-breed who was imprisoned for collaborating with Duncan's daughter has finally told the story of her clan. Clare is not just anyone; she is a she-wolf reminiscent of dark magic and is a leader. She is a great driver and channeler of power. And the worst part is that she never acted alone; she always acted under vampire orders." I shook my head more and then screamed.

Claire sat in that expensive restaurant, defeated and terrified. And I felt powerful. Because I'd won. Not completely. Not yet. But I'd rattled her. Scared her. Made her realize she couldn't buy me or intimidate me or stop me. I was launching Elena James Designs. I was exposing the stolen work. I was telling the world what Claire had done. And there was nothing she could do to stop me. In thirty minutes, I'd hold my press conference. Expose the baby swap. Expose the stolen designs. Expose everything.

I spit, my head throbbing like a war drum. “You’ve been reckless, Claire,” her voice is calm as she straightens up. “I made you who you are. Every flashbulb, every cover, every cent in your name—I built that. And yet you’re ready to betray all of it for a man who isn’t worth the breath you use to scream his name.” She’s talking about Zeke. I bet her voice won't be this sharp when she sees him. “I didn't ask for it, Miss Goddess, or whatever you call yourself now,” I hiss, finally pushing myself up against the headboard.

"Something that isn't work or crisis management, just us doing something normal." "I like that idea," I said. "Good," Julian replied, taking my hand. When we got home, I showered and changed into comfortable clothes, my muscles already starting to stiffen. Julian ordered dinner while I called Lisa Hayes back at Vogue. "Lisa, hi, this is Claire Cross," I said when she answered. "Claire, hello," Lisa said warmly. "Have you made a decision?" "Yes," I replied. "I'd love to be part of the feature."

Blake said, amused. Blake picked up his phone and informed Jenknins that they would arrive shortly and have a car prepared with a driver for Claire. He also informed Susan Writtle, his assistant, that he would be at his Grandfather’s estate and meet with him there. After finishing breakfast and with everyone fed, Claire gathered all she would need and left for the Small Word again. Claire prepared herself and took her time getting ready. She wore a white blouse and a black skirt with a matching jacket. With black stockings and high heels, Claire gave off the persona of a well-confident businesswoman.

I asked, watching her disappear. “That’s Esther,” Claire replied. “She’s our RD and one of the healing professors here. She’s really nice.” I hummed, focusing on holding Claire up again. We left the building and continued toward the woods. “I had a really shit semester last time,” Claire suddenly confessed. “I think you joining Starlight might actually be the highlight of my year.” I smiled at her, squeezing her arm. “How do you think your dad will feel about you hanging out with a witch?”

Every step meant to protect her, protect them. “You know,” she said gently, “when I first met you, I thought you were the coldest man I’d ever known.” “And now?” he asked without looking up. “Now I know you just had no one worth melting for.” He glanced at her, eyes softer than she’d seen them in days. “You are my thaw, Claire.” Live by the Flame, Burn by the Fire The statement went live the next morning. Claire appeared on a news segment—poised, eloquent, dressed in navy. She spoke of resilience, of power reclaimed, of the dangers of manipulation in high places.

It was her way of telling her to shut up because I was not her type. “That obvious, huh?” “Clyve is our guest at the cabin.” “Yeah, that’s right. I’m their guest.” “She never brought someone around. Except for Keene. So, Clyve, how’s your stay so far, honey?” “Great. Looking forward to exploring more of the secrets of this town.” My way of referring Westley as the town. I left them when they started babbling something I could not quite grab on. “You work here, Westley?” I sauntered to the fiction section, pulling out a book by a best-selling mystery/thriller author from the shelf.

Claire blushed as she said shyly, “It wouldn’t be true or sincere if I said no. The main reason is because I’ve never been separated from him for so long before. In the past, we would only be separated for a few days at most when he goes outstation to help people take a look at their Feng Shui. It was only a few days and never for more than a week. So, I really dare not think about it at all if you want me to leave him for a month...” Kathleen smiled and said, “So, that’s how it is... I understand...” Claire nodded and said, “Sorry, Kylie. I will go out with you and Kelly again when I have the chance to do so in the future.” Kathleen raised her willow-light eyebrows slightly and smiled as sh

If she saw her physically intermingled like rabbits. How could I expect her to ever respect me again? Heck, I could hardly respect myself right now. “We will need some rules,” Clara suggested as she finally gathered enough strength to stand on her own two feet. Her jugs were still out so I looked away before my nether regions would get a chance to respond. “Rules?... For what?” “For this…for us…” Dammit ….just hearing her voice was getting it up again, down ! down!! “Do you still want to keep doing this with me?”