Eli And Clare Novels & Stories

Clarion. Grand nanny couldn't say anything but she forced a smile and nodded. Her dear little Pamela needs to experience the love of her mother through Clarion. In Oak City, Leah's forehead went blank at Ellis last utterance. She's not sure she heard him well. "What did you say, Ellis?" Leah asked, cleaning the tears off her face and glaring up at her husband. Ellis hissed between gritted teeth. She suddenly didn't hear what he said now? Her evil scheme and plots have hatched and the fruit of it was growing in Miranda's belly.

Claire asked as she raised an eyebrow. “What brings the mighty Beta back in the pack?” Elias asked right before I could ask Claire to leave because nothing good comes when she’s here. “I live here, jackass,” Claire hissed. I watched the way she looked at Elias. How she threatened Elias with just a look in her eyes. The way each gaze was filled with so much venom made me believe that she would really kill Elias if ever he blocked her way. “Oh, really,” Elias continued to taunt Claire with his words, making Claire more furious at him by the second. “Because I thought that you were just a visitor. Or better yet, a passerby who does not have the right to be here.”

Clarice is looking at me with a raised brow and I know her anxiety has been directed toward me now. “What the hell are you guys talking about?” She asks and I look at Ellis trying to seek her approval but she isn’t even looking at me. Clarice is giving me a death glare and I know I have no way out. “A couple of months ago, Cain and Ellis had gotten into a fight and he wanted them to break off the engagement, she came to my place stressed, and I suggested we go have drinks. We met some guys there; I think the other one must be the father.” I say and Clay is giving me an angry look.

Zenda was still standing there, watching them with a strange softness in his eyes. That evening, Evelyn’s phone buzzed. Zenda: “Hello, this is Zenda…. how's Claire doing? Hope it's not a serious health issue?” Evelyn smiled, thumb hovering over the screen. Maybe fate was trying to bring them together.

Claire smiled at her and said, "I know but ... I don't think I can continue here." "W-what do you want me to do? I ... would do anything to make Sean feel at home in this day care." Those words made Claire look very confused because she thought it was too much. Meanwhile, what was in Liana's head right now was that she might lose her chance to get close to Felix Homann. It was the night she would have dinner with the handsome stranger. If Claire had taken her son away from there, her relationship with Felix would have fallen apart. Oh, she couldn't let that happen so she had to make Sean stay somehow.

Clint says. “Hi, I’m Riley,” Riley says, extending her hand. “A pleasure to meet you, Riley Gunnar, second daughter and third child of Eli and Grace Gunnar, and you as well, Clint Forte, second son and third child of Rik and Cara Forte,” he says, taking Riley’s hand and kissing her knuckles. Clint growls low in his chest but Riley smacks him with the back of her hand. “Oh stop. I knew he had to be charming if he snagged Leana,” she says.

After Kim left, Ely felt as if he had Ben doused in cold water. At that moment, he hated Claire and he had never hated anyone the way he hated her at that moment. “You have five minutes," Ely said and his voice showed impatience. “Ely, darling, why are you like this and who is that?" Claire asked in a voice that even amateurs could tell was fake but she was trying to seduce this stone of a man. “Claire, my personal life has nothing to do with you. If you have forgotten, there is only a business relationship between me and your family.

Elena stood in the kitchen doorway, twisting the hem of her hoodie between her fingers. Claire was at the sink, rinsing dishes, the soft clink of plates the only sound in the house. “Mum?” Claire glanced over her shoulder. “Yeah, love?” “I… was wondering if I could go out tonight.” Elena kept her voice even, casual. “Liam invited me to a bonfire at the beach. Just a small thing. A few people from school.”

Claire sat at the table with her hands around a mug and looked at Elliot with the expression that had been living in her face since she'd learned about him — the complicated one, grief and wonder and something that was still finding its shape. Elliot looked at her. "Are you new?" he said. He used this term for people who hadn't yet been catalogued in his established mental map of the household. "Yes," Claire said. He studied her for a moment. He looked at her jaw — the particular angle of it — the way children look at something they recognize without knowing why they recognize it. "You look like her," he said, pointing at Lila. "We're family," Lila said. "Oh." He accepted this completely and

Instead, my stomach churned with doubt. “I meant every word,” he told me, his gaze steady, fierce. I stared back, torn in two. Before I could answer, he brushed a strand of hair from my face, pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Good morning, Isa. Rest. Next time, I’ll greet your mother properly. Today, I have to rush back.” He rounded the car and opened my door. Gentleman to the end. And then I saw her. Clara. She was standing in the garden, pretending to water flowers. But when she froze at the sight of me beside Eli, her face told me everything. Her lips curled, her eyes sharpened with venomous jealousy.