Clare At 16 Novels & Stories

he said, giving her a gentle peck before striding in the direction his father had left in. Placing the used dishes on the large marble kitchen counter, Isobel glanced at Annie, who was busy scraping the scraps of food at the garbage disposal. “Annie, can I ask a question?” “Of course, dear.” “What’s a claiming mark?” Annie glanced at her, her eyes wide with shock. “Didn’t my son explain?” “No. I guess we didn’t get that far in the explanation. We kinda got stuck in the whole, he’s a wolf shifter revelation.”

"Wait, a teenager?!" Clara grinned. "Shane brought me over when I was eighteen. That was sixty-two years ago. My ID always says that I'm twenty-one. We tried going older than that once, but no one bought it." "I can see why," Shamira said, looking somewhat hungrily over that nubile young-looking body so close to her own.

Several pictures were taken to publish this exclusive news. ****** "Dance till the music goes off" Nathan announced the small game for everyone to enjoy the party. "We will pair you. But you should write on the names of whom you don't want to get paired with. So we might consider them." Nathan spoke as he gave a paper and pen to everyone. Clara took the pen and wrote: all. Nathan chuckled instantly seeing her answer. She looked at him with a glare that she is indeed serious. She is not in the mood to dance with anyone.

My Lifelong Crush Claire has always had a crush on Rawls. She always thought he was handsome but never looked at him like anything other than her best friend’s dad. That changed when she turned sixteen years old. He did not have the dad bod and did not (at least most of the time) make the corny dad jokes. He worked out all of the time, so he was in good shape. He was also so handsome, with some gray at the temples in his black hair. She always wondered why he never got remarried. After his wife, Fiona, died he spent his time raising Evie. He has not been celibate for the last nineteen years. He had his share of women over the years. There were not many weekends that he slept alone.

Jay defended. After dinner, Jay and Clara walked outside. The weather was freezing. Jay took off his blazzer and covered her shoulders. Clara blushed at the sweet man beside her. "so, where would you like to go next? " Jay asked nervously stretching back of his head. "hmmm.... What about your place" Clara responded playing with her nails. Clara's response choked Jay. He stuttered for some seconds before turning her down."Clara, you can't come to my place just yet. It is messy and not suitable for Donald's princess" he kept a straight face.

"Dad! We are 16" Anaisha almost received a hot slap from saying that...it was almost a minute to that but she slipped away, Yazaan stepped back too because the scene was about to get hot! "Fuck 16! Fuck 16! You cannot even wash dishes or mop the floor then you telling me you 16!?😳 You two must have lost your marbles...tomorrow first thing in the morning, I'll call your class teachers to request her about your late coming because we are going straight to the fucking tatoo thing to remove that! And get a refund"!

I scream before he can walk away without telling me the truth for once. “Every girl that comes into this school is up for claim on her first day. That means that the guy that claims her gets to nail her first, and then she is a free game to anyone. I claimed you, but you are way too much trouble for what is sure to be a horrible lay. So I give up my claim on you. You are at their mercy now.” He turns and walks away like he was having a normal conversation. I look at Mason silently asking if it’s true. He looks down and can’t seem to meet my eyes.

We turned back and changed before going upstairs where the tension between us was so thick you could cut it with a knife. “Leah,” Sebastian stood one step closer and cleared his throat. “The past month has been pretty taxing on all of us.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets and he looked like a sixth grader about to ask the girl he’s liked all year to the spring fling! “If you aren’t ready…” I felt so sorry for him and I was so incredibly relieved that the man didn’t jump me the second we walked through the door that I finished his sentence for him.

A loud chime rings out, and the giant screen flashes, instantly playing a crystal-clear video of Marcella from two minutes ago. Her smug face fills the display, her recorded voice echoing through the speakers: Everything she wants, I will take. The video loops, playing her words over and over. I lower my hand, the bracelet going dark as I smile at her. "Miss of the Blue-Claw Pack," I say, my voice dripping with fake sweetness. "During the Night of Rarities, every public declaration is witnessed by the God of Contracts. If you back out now, you do not just destroy your own name. You tarnish the honour of the entire Blue-Claw Pack."

As we approach, Adrian’s hand presses lightly against my back. “Remember,” he murmurs. “Don’t let her see you flinch.” “My pulse is thundering, but I lift my chin. “I’m not here to flinch.” Clara looks up as we reach her, her smile slow and sharp. “Well, well. The power couple graces me with their presence.” She raises her glass in mock salute. “Cheers to contracts and cameras.” I sit opposite her, spine straight, every nerve sparking. “You leaked it.”