Davina Claire Gif Novels & Stories

' 'Patty: I can wait for you, I can give you a back rub if you'd like. "Ugh take a hint child!" "Umm..." Leifs head shot up to see Davina, covered in a thin layer of sweat making her glisten, her chest rising as she took some deep breaths from her run, her cheeks flushed, her long hair pulled back in a ponytail showing off her facial features and neck beautifully, basically she looked like a glowing Goddess with glowing gray eyes with flecks of purple showing through. "Not you!" he instantly yelled, then shook his head while looking at his phone.

“Oh no, I am not the guinea pig again.” We all laugh and I take the knife, rolling my eyes at him. A make a cut on my forearm and let Tanisha take my hand. She closes her eyes just like Keila did and we wait, watching my arm. Faster than Keila, Tanisha heals the cut on my arm as if it never existed. “This will be so helpful Davina. Thank you so much,” says Keila pulling Davina into a hug. “I’m glad it worked. Now I can confidently grant the other gifts I want to,” Davina replies.

At that moment, Dakota stepped forward, his voice infused with reverence and pride. "Claire, embrace your true nature. Unleash the power that lies within you. Show us the strength of an angel." With a graceful gesture, Claire raised her hands, and a shimmering aura enveloped her. Ethereal energy crackled in the air, weaving around her like a symphony of light and sound. She extended her arms, and from her fingertips, radiant beams of celestial energy cascaded forth.

I get it; I've never met anyone like her, either. "Dawn, this is our resident fairy Davina and her mate Jock. She may dance, sing, and twirl, but don't let that fool you. She can be a badass when she wants." Davina stops moving and stares at me. Oh, shit, did I break the fairy? Come on, twirl, giggle, say something inappropriate. Do something so Jock doesn't kill me for breaking his mate. Davina suddenly jumps into my arms with tears running down her face. I have never seen her cry.

Rowan pulls Claire's hand and makes her follow, sitting her next to him and across from me. "Thanks, Bennett. I'm starving." Rowan says as he digs in to his food. He must have had a good meeting with council if his good mood is any indication how it went. My eyes shift over to Claire and I watch her curiously as she stuffs food in her face. She eats like she'll never see food again and soon her plate is empty. She reaches for more and just as she's about to shove another mouthful in, her stomach makes a strange sound and she groans.

They shoved a strip of tape over her mouth and dragged her kicking and screaming out a back door from the room. Furio held his hand out to Delfina, “let’s leave my men to do their jobs. You don’t need to see anything further.” Delfina stood on tiptoes and kissed his cheek, “thank you.” “It is my absolute privilege to restore the respect you are owed,” he kissed her forehead. “Now, let’s dance.”

Claire flashed him one last teasing smile, then turned and dove straight into the pool, cutting through the water with easy, practiced strokes. Her dark hair fanned out around her as she surfaced, pale skin gleaming against the blue glow of the water striking, almost otherworldly. She looked like something out of a ghost story, the kind of beauty that seemed a little dangerous to look at directly. It was, without question, a breathtaking sight.

Her genuine smile was dazzling as she stepped onto the stage. “Claire Taylor. Eighteen-year-old HUMAN daughter of Guardian, Jack Taylor. She enjoys training, reading books, playing softball and the piano, and watching American football.” Claire had to bite her bottom lip to keep herself from laughing like a loon at the generalization. THAT’S a very simple breakdown, but OK. Her heart rate quickly escalated, and she had to focus on her breathing when she realized the King would make his way to the stage soon. ******************************************************* That damn bottom lip.

Talent “Dave, take a look at Davvy first because I talk to Klara on the phone,” I told Dave when my cell phone rang and Klara called me. He nodded at me and went to Davvy who was happily looking up at the huge Dinosaurs on The Dinosaur Island. “Hi, sis. . . good morning. How are you?" Klara heaved a sigh on the other line. “Hmm. I'm okay. . . You, how are you? Have you been home yet?” she asked me.

Noah stammered, his scent souring with fear. “I invited her,” Chloe interrupted. Her crimson lipstick looked like fresh blood, and she had wrapped a matching silk ribbon into a perfect bow over the silver-blade scar on her wrist. At nearly six feet tall, she looked every bit the high-born Kinton heir. “Chloe, leave her out of our pack politics,” Noah hissed, trying to grab my hand. “Is this the Ryder Global mess hall, Noah? The meat looks exquisite,” I said, stepping back so his fingers missed my skin.