Davina Claire Death Novels & Stories

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.

"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—"

“You might also be wondering why I just can't do this on my own, but you allowed Naomi to get Drake back from Candice.” “How did I do that?” I asked him and he stood up. “Remember exactly five years ago today when you planned Claire's car accident and she died from it?” He said and I looked at him in shock. “How did you know about that?” I asked him. “Well, because I knew it would separate them and I sort of made some calls and her car was able to successfully fall off the cliff, causing her death.”

Davis rubbed her back. "Whenever I see his face, I just remember one thing….this is the person who ruined my life and gave me so much pain. He ..he is a murderer. He kills people." "How can this be so normal for anyone?" she says but Mrs Davis has no answers to her. Because at her place she was absolutely right. She was so pure and innocent to be in this place today, she never deserves this. But now it's not in her hand. "You don't deserve to be here. But I still advise you to adjust, I would have said this to my daughter also." Claire looked at her with surprise, she couldn't believe it.

"Whatever you're seeing it's not her. It's the house." Serena blinked. The presence faded. The hallway went back to being just a hallway. Serena stood very still for a moment. Then she bent down and picked up her device from the floor. Checked it. Made a note in her book with a hand that was only slightly unsteady. "Claire was my colleague," she said. Not looking at Evelyn. "She died seventeen years ago. In a house not unlike this one." "I'm sorry," Evelyn said. "I should have been prepared for that," Serena said. More to herself than to Evelyn. "I knew the house would find something. I just thought I had buried that deep enough."

Devin asked with a satisfied smirk and realization dawned on Claire. "You mean you were the one who killed that vile man?" She blurted out in disbelief. By the time her man had tracked down the rapist, someone already killed him, and Claire never found out who did it. Even though her first thought was Devin, she had pushed it off, thinking he wasn't involved with it. She thought that it may have been someone else affected by that heinous man. But to know that it was Devin who did it… Devin looked at Claire, who was staring at him in shock.

And when my mother refused, when she chose integrity over survival, Claire killed her. Made it look like an accident. And got away with it. For twenty-five years. Until tonight. Until this USB drive. This evidence. This truth. My mother's death wasn't an accident. It was murder. And Claire Hoss was the killer.

David asked quietly, as if he was afraid to make Claire sad. She shook her head. "He recovered a few years after treatment in Arizona, but he died in an accident with me." She smiled wryly—letting sadness fill her heart again when she remembered Michael's death a few years ago, "didn't fate play an epic game on my life?" “Oh, Claire. I never thought that you went through all of that." "That's okay," Claire took a deep breath, "everything has already happened, and I won't be able to change anything."

"Claire....please calm down." Clarissa tried so hard to hold back her tears but she couldn't help sobbing. "I want to go and see...her." She said. "That was a year old Claire...she's no more," Devon said. "No...no...no...it's not possible...I mean...we were just thinking of a rescue plan to get her and now this?? This is not fair." Clarissa cried as she tried to push Devon away but Devon held her tight.

Chapter 93 OH NO!!! KARL'S POV " Stay with me, Claire." I whispered, holding Claire in my hands. She was still, and I was overcome with worry that she was about to die. "How was I going to tell Davis that his mother had passed away?" Gazing at her and shaking her to check for a reaction, I thought to myself. After the call, the driver came running up to where I was and requested me to stop shaking her. "What happened here, Sir?" he questioned.