Davina Claire Dead Novels & Stories

tears streaming down from her eyes, “It’s all my fault. If I will be given a second chance, I will correct every mistake I made in this life.” Claire drink the bottle up to its bottom. In a second she holds her chest as it was burning and something squeezing it. She can’t breathe and blood came dripping out from her mouth. She knows it was a poison and it was her goal to die in that way. She lost all her will to live when she got nothing left. CLAIRE POV “CLAIRE! CLAIRE!” a voice calling her out of nowhere. I can feel my body was shaken by someone and softly tapped my cheeks. They are calling my name to wake me up. I slowly opened my eyes and saw their worried faces while gazing at me.

But I don't need to know everything that I would give him what he deserves. -"You are not very talkable aren't you?" Lilliana was watching me from my feet to my head she sipped her tea but her eyes never left me. My one finger still kept her curtains but my head turned to her. I wasn't used to talking to anybody. I didn't see a purpose in talking. The conversation is needed only for mortals and for dogs. We the dead ones don't need anything only our life and blood. And still, her breaking silence with this question made me smile. Her voice sounded ironic which was making her cute again.

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!"

Maybe in another life, she would have been happy with her soulmate. I lowered my head to pay my respects. I heard Davina’s sobs as she stumbled to where Fiona’s ashes lay. Clyde followed and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I saw them mourning for someone who had long been a stranger. I did not want things to turn out this way. ~~~~***~~~~ The aftermath was devastating and to think everything happened in a span of three hours? When Clyde walked out of the library, carrying his unconscious mother, we found Clyde's father, Dominique, lying dead on the living room floor. Clyde went ballistic at the sight and barely held his anger and thoughts together.

"But that's over now. Clara's going down for murder. Lara as an accessory. It's finished." She didn't look convinced. "Is it? Because it feels like—" My phone rang. Marcus. "Hold on," I answered. "Yeah?" "Turn on the news. Channel seven." I grabbed the remote and switched on the TV. The screen showed police cars outside Clara's mansion, lights flashing. A reporter stood in front, speaking rapidly. "—Breaking news tonight as LAPD executes a search warrant at the home of Clara Vale, sister of actor Ronan Vale. Sources say this is connected to the death of David Chen, whose body was discovered earlier today in Oakridge—"

Kaelen remained rooted in place like a statue, transfixed by the match. I spotted Damian across the arena. He was surrounded by men and women with glowing eyes. They all watched the fight with rapt enthusiasm. I scanned the members of Eclipse, unsure of what I was looking for—Orion, maybe? He wasn’t among them. My gaze lifted to the private boxes higher up, and a familiar delicate profile with short blond hair caught my attention. Every cell in my body froze. Claire. But it couldn’t be her. She was dead. I’d seen her body hanging in our dorm room with my own eyes.