Davina Claire Dead Novels & Stories

When he arrived near the house, Claire with quickly opened the car's door and entered the small metal house that was on the painting beside the door. When she is inside, she starts activating Jimmy's laptop which is lying on the table and after it was on, she looks for something from a search site. She really stuck in there until some guy come in to the room. "Hurry up ..." muttered Claire tapping her finger on the table waiting for an account to emerge that she used to use before migrating to London due to her previous case ..

"Don't worry. It will pass. He just thought of an unpleasant moment." "Margaret, tell me, what happened to his mother? I asked her. "I don't think I'm the one to tell you this." "Richard won't tell me. I want to know so I can get to know him better. Please tell me." She sighed. "Some of Richard's enemies killed her, Laura." she told me. "Richard tried to do something, but he couldn't save her.." "But ... how did it happen?" I couldn't believe it. "One day he came home and didn't find her. He only found a videotape next to her bed." she sighed again. "He released it ... and he had to watch his mother cry for help...."

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

“And because Nicholas gave us the chance to keep going.” Vivian’s lips curved faintly. “He really was impossible. Stubborn as hell.” “But he loved you,” Tasha reminded her. Vivian nodded, her eyes glistening. “And I loved him. Still do.” Julian and Jasper joined them, Liam bouncing up behind. “So,” Julian said, “have you heard? Clara and Victoria are gone.” Vivian’s head snapped up. “Gone?” “Dead,” Jasper confirmed. “Clara didn’t last long in jail.. And Victoria…” He shrugged. “killed herself in jail.”

a young man reported to his commander. If they didn't know Claire's status as a commander in this special forces, they would have thought that this woman was an ordinary woman, but her appearance now seemed far from that. "They can't just die from drowning at the bottom of the lake!" Claire hissed fiercely. She still couldn't forget what those astral beings had done to her. She was unconscious when it all happened until the special forces team found her in the kitchen. And then Claire got the news that her best friend, Ellen, had passed away and it was very likely that those bastard creatures had killed her. It was an indisputable fact, there were no other suspects in this case.

Claire's mind was exhausted in barely a few hours. Lucas left the room to find Darren in the hallway. "Here, take a look." Lucas's face showed shock, confusion, and a bit of uneasiness. "A friend of theirs died, and Claire is the apparent murderer," Darren said. "Shit!" Lucas mumbled. "She has to stay here for the time being, at least until we're able to find out what happened," Lucas added. "It's late. Let's get some sleep. Good night." Darren left for his room in front of theirs.

Claire smiled slowly at her reflection. Paul was dead. The mate who never truly wanted her. Now Adele was dead too, the woman who stole Paul’s heart. Serena was dead. Another loose end removed. And now Valentino… her loyal but overly curious cousin was dead too. Claire tilted her head slightly, admiring herself. Then her smile widened. She had won. Or so she believed.

Claire fell down, she was a chair in front of Leon, her knees felt weak. "Leon ... I guess ..." "What, Claire?" Leon asked while holding back his annoyance. "I think my mother is dead," replied Claire. Her tears broke again even though she tried to hold them back. "Don't talk nonsense!" snapped Leon as he rose to his feet. “I don't know what to think, Leon… I'm just so tired. I don't even know if I still want to live in a situation like this," replied Claire. She just wanted to be honest, even if it sounded really sad. Claire knew she shouldn't despair like this, but Claire was just a human. She wasn't Athena, nor Aphrodite, Claire was just Claire. She was tired, she wanted her quiet life as

she muttered and looked around to see it in the drawer. She stretched out her hand, groaning in between because of the pain. The things she does just to be with Drexton. She turned on her phone. Countless notifications began popping up. A smile appeared on her lips as she read the new headlines. "This morning, Clara, the maid responsible for Caius and his wife's death, was found dead. Investigations are still ongoing as the reason for her death is not quite clear. Traces of red lines were found on her neck. Some said she committed suicide, others say someone killed her. One thing the police are sure of is that she died by her handcuffs."

Drew said, standing from where he sat and going toward the kitchen. On his leave, I turned my phone but something beyond all else on TV caught my attention. Her words stunned me into silence: "It has been confirmed that Mrs. Nina Daniel Davies lost her life in a fatal accident." I felt my heart sink; circumstance made me gloriously aware of the effort to continue breathing. Forcing the towel into acting, I dismissed the tears from my face to pronounce, "Oh my God, Laurel couldn't pull through." The camera pans away from the anchor and into the sad scenery, where he says, "We will be right back after this break.” As the flicker of the TV screen announced that they were going into a commercial