Davina Claire Dead Novels & Stories

I wanted that story. Five hours ago, Claire Moore Allister had been airlifted from a remote Montenegrin cliffside villa. Liam Allister, her husband's half brother —and accused corporate predator—was confirmed dead by Montenegrin authorities. The signal trail led to nothing but sharp cliff faces and Adriatic waves. It sounded cinematic—and terrifyingly real. I sat at my desk at The National Inquiry, surrounded by scattered notes, analyst printouts, and conflicting snippets of phone interviews. Two emails lay open, both from microbiology labs offering to authenticate samples from Claire—blood, hair—to prove the layers of drugging and manipulation she allegedly endured.

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.

She was enjoying a cup of warm sweet tea while rubbing her belly and talking to the fetus in her belly. Sierra walked over to Clara and sat beside her. She reached for the remote and turned on the TV. "It's so late at night, Daniel hasn't come home yet, I wonder how serious the issues being discussed at the Alliance are," Sierra said. Clara then replied, "Daniel just called me a few moments ago. He told me about Luna Celine." "What happened to her?" Sierra asked. Clara sighed, "Luna was horribly killed and allegedly abused by Rogue King Alex's pack," Clara said, which immediately made Sierra's eyes widen.

Claire said irritatedly. "Listen to me! What your mom knows is that you're already dead, it's been a years, Claire. I really can't believe what I'm seeing right now. I don't know how these things happened but I'm sure by the time your mom finds out about this, she could have a heart attack or worst. You don't want that to happen, do you?" "W-wait! I don't understand what you are saying. Am I dead? How many years have I been dead?”

I thought I'd die with regret, but the pain never came. "Meghan!" Gerald's shout snapped me back to reality. I opened my eyes and saw her gasping for breath before me, blood steadily seeping from her back. Before I could react, a scream rang out nearby. It was my colleagues who had just gotten off work. I scooped Meghan up and shouted to them, "Call an ambulance! Hurry!"

she inquired eagerly. Claire reached to hold her hands, “it’s about our father…” Jane interrupted. “What about our father. What does he have to do with the city being safe?” “He has nothing to do with the city but…” she paused for a while. Jane looked disturbed and impatient, “but what sis…what about our father? Is he okay?” “He was found dead this morning at his house…am very sorry sis but dad is gone,” Claire said reaching to hug her. Jane broke in tears, “no…he cannot be dead. Please tell me that’s not true,” she said as she sobbed.

My mind went completely blank. My eyes stared blankly at the stage, watching as they finished exchanging rings. Adrian lowered his head and kissed Avery, gentle and devoted. I broke free from the bodyguards, rushed onto the stage, and shoved them apart. "Adrian! Our daughter is dead! She's dead! Do you even know that?" I grabbed his collar and pounded my fists against his chest. Adrian caught my wrists and roared, "Clara, have you lost your mind? Sadie was perfectly fine! How could she be dead? Someone get her out of here!"