Harvest Moon Claire Novels & Stories

Yudhis pressed. Claire nodded. "So am I," she replied flatly. "Make sure you don't miss it," she said, still smiling. "I have to go now—my future husband is waiting for me." She grabbed her bag and left, leaving Yudhis staring after her in disbelief. Inwardly, he wondered what kind of man had managed to win over the heart of the queen bee herself, also known as Mrs. Julie Hampton.

Maplewood Lane stayed predictably quiet except for the Saturday mornings when lawnmowers hummed and sprinklers hissed. Claire noticed Jenna the first weekend after moving in, dark hair in a loose ponytail, cutoff jeans, bare shoulders already freckling under the spring sun as she knelt in her flower bed, planting marigolds. Claire, still unpacking boxes, waved awkwardly over the low fence. Jenna waved back with a soil-dusted glove and a smile that crinkled the corners of her eyes.

An overlay of silver stars flows from my sternum to the floor, accentuating the obvious curve of my belly. “You are radiant,” the Luna of a small, mountainous pack called Riversong Meadows says as I stop to talk to her group. A beautiful, graceful woman in her forties, her beauty is renowned, and I can see why everyone speaks so highly of her. She curtsies low, followed by her five equally beautiful daughters, all of them having inherited their mother’s jet-black hair and strikingly high cheekbones. I’ve become friends with her in the recent weeks. Her name is Claira, and her mate was a strong ally of Isaac’s who was killed in the war.

Running in heels isn't that difficult, I must say. I held a small box in my hand wrapped with some shiny paper and yellow ribbon on top, the birthday girl's favorite color. The only present that I could afford for her was this handmade pendant that was her name molded with metal wire, with a rose quartz shaped as a crescent Moon, fixed on the top of her name's last 'A'.

Sucking in a deep breath, Hunter peered at her. The sky was starless. But the moon seemed to have grown bigger and it was surprisingly right above his mansion, showering it with trails of silver beams. Hunter's legs moved on their own. They took him to Claire. She was standing holding the railing, her hair open and flowing in the soft winds. "Claire, how did you come here?" He asked, his voice a whisper.

“Don’t take too long or I’ll assume you’ve run off again… and I’ll have to come hunt you again. And you know what a terrible sport you make. Tripping, crying, scaring the wildlife, it’s exhausting, Sunshine.” I almost smiled, but then it hit me. This. This is exactly how he reels me back in. 𓎢𓎠𓎟𖦁‎𓎟𓎠𓎡 Fresh bread, butter melting on the stove, the faint sizzle of bacon and everything you could ask for breakfast. For a second I just stood in the doorway, and let the familiarity of it seep in. The kitchen was alive, staff moving around, but in the middle of it all stood Claire, her hands clasped over her little bump.

Claire said looking at the woman at the kitchen who was still looking at us, “our trusty kasambahay. Josie, this is Soren and Misha, my heroes.” “Hi, Josie,” Misha waved and smiled at Josie. “Hi,” Soren also greeted her. “Hello,” Josie, with eyes shining, flashed them a sheepish smile and awkwardly waved at them. “She’s cooking our lunch,” Claire said. “I usually help her with the chore but now, I can only slow her down. But I sliced some onions and carrots earlier. I told her to cook early because I know you’re both very busy and might leave early.”

The twins lead me to a long table at the top of the dining room, decorations adorning the ceilings and walls of this room too in celebration of my birthday. We reach our table and the twins wait for me to sit then take the seats either side of me. Jas is sat a few seats over right in the center of the table. Jas elegantly stands, Joseph her husband standing with her, her hand resting on his bicep. The love just radiates from these two, I would love to have that. She gains the attention of the room with ease and proceeds to address the room. "Welcome High Moon Pack members, tonight we gather for none other than your future Lunas birthday. Cierra Cardle, as you will have noticed she is human,

she added. “Me?” Kylie was taken aback. Wasn’t she the only normal person here? How could she be the problem?! Or perhaps it was a case of the abnormal looking normal due to the rarity of the normal? “Yes. That is because I am a member of the Heavenly Fox Clan. I am a Heavenly Fox.” Clara chuckled and took the initiative to open a bottle of wine and fetch two glasses. She filled both and pushed the other one to Kylie.

It was a pivotal moment, a turning point that would redefine the dynamics within the pack and shape the course of Claire's journey towards healing and redemption. As the night deepened, the moon's soft radiance bathed the pack in a gentle glow, casting ethereal shadows upon the surroundings. Claire sat on the edge of her bed, her thoughts swirling like wisps of mist in the moonlit air. The absence of her maid left a void within her, a yearning for companionship and the comfort of familiar presence.