Davina Claire Dead Novels & Stories

This wasn't the space I wanted to be while my own life was a mess but when he told me to leave, why couldn't I move? Was it the disappointment in his tone or his nonchalant dismissal? “You are still here?” He turned to look at me with dim eyes, that displayed intricate emotions that made me shiver. “Then don’t blame me…” Before I knew what he meant, the TV in the room came on. My head swung up to look at the news being rerun. “Dead Heiress Davina Williams’ body has been retrieved and the family has called for a close in police investigations. The investigation which only lasted for a few days was immediately concluded as suicide with the family relenting to their fate.”

It was so extremely ordinary and happy until it wasn't so anymore. Clara Caley had slipped in the shower after she came back from work and had hit her head. It was quite a blow, but she thought it wasn't anything important, ignoring it. Back then Jake was the only one home. His father was working late, and Aiden was at a friend's house. Clara had lied down for a quick nap, telling Jake to wake her up after an hour, yet she died in her sleep. When Jake went to wake her up, he couldn't. No matter how much he called her, how much he shook her, how much he screamed and cried, Clara Caley wouldn't wake up.

She'd fallen to the ground; fortunately, she hadn't been too high up. There'd also been safety mats on the ground, but Claire had still injured her leg. They still didn't know how badly injured she was. All they knew was that her leg had been covered in blood when she'd been taken to the hospital. At that moment, Davis hurried out of an elevator and rushed toward them. "Ms. Johnson, Ms. Moore, the news of Claire's injury has gotten out." Samuel immediately pulled out his phone and checked Twitter. Then, he handed his phone to Lucille. There was a tweet that read, "Famous celebrity, Claire Lawton, falls from her harness while filming. Her life or death is currently unknown!"

“And that was totally different. I didn’t say I was running through a field with her or lounging by a river. I said she called me.” I set my jaw, glaring at him. The anger I thought was simmering down was boiling again. Candido sat back. “I’m not trying to write you of, Hedy, but Claire is dead. The coroner—” “Who lost her body?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. “That coroner?” Candido lifted his chin. “Francium is still a suspect for her missing body. I understand you’re grieving a lot of things are happening right now, but Claire is dead.”

After being hurt and betrayed by Ken, she refused to believe there was good left in any man. Kai chuckled. The deep sound made her stomach knot. “I knew your daughter, Claire. I owed her a favor, and consider this my way of repaying it.” Her heart twisted in her chest. She badly wanted to ask how he had known Claire, what favor he owed her. But Clara stopped herself from asking refusing to open her wounds all over again. “Everyone thinks you’re dead. It was aired on the news.” Her brow creased at the new information. Everyone thought she was dead? Everyone included Ken and Yvonne.

But tucked inside a manila envelope was a coroner’s report. Cause of death: overdose. Circumstances: unknown. Witnesses: none. Claire hadn’t believed it then. She believed it even less now. She ran a finger over her mother’s signature, barely visible at the bottom of a medical form. Her hands trembled. Her throat tightened. Adrian appeared beside her, quiet. “She didn’t overdose,” Claire said, voice breaking. “They silenced her.” Adrian placed a hand over hers. “Then we find out how. We expose it. And we end this.”

The name I want to escape from. “She is dead Claudia. Your daughter died four years ago. If you don’t recall.” “Yes, I do remember. My daughter died because of you. Her only crime was falling in love with the wrong man.” She screamed and her tears continued to fall. “I avenged Davina’s death. I killed those bastards. I killed the rogues who brutally murdered Davina in cold blood “. I yelled. “What else do you want from me?” I kept a calm voice as I can.

She made them sign everything over to her, and they did it because they thought she would let them leave alive. They underestimated her, and they turned up dead. Claire’s family underestimated her, too, and they turned up dead. Anyone who defies her or dares to challenge her ends up dead without evidence, with no traces. You, Raphael Hawkins, you are a dead man walking because you have no idea who you are up against.

Claire had died almost five years ago, why was she still bothering this man? Jason must be wrong. Claire was dead and buried. There was no way she was still alive.

Pete stared daggers at Khloe and John for a reason they knew not. Three out of the five, suddenly fell down dead. "No..no..no" Pete pleaded. "Please stay alive." It wasn't long enough before he realised that they were all shot. Claire included. Claire gushed out blood, as she fell to her knees, with her left arm wrapped around her bleeding stomach. "John, do something!" Pete pleaded having his palm over her bloody abdomen. "Help Claire." Pete said out loud. The name Claire got me in shock. *Claire Johnathan, Margaret's mum.* I said to myself.