Jamie Claire Fanfiction Novels & Stories

After a while, he finished talking, looked at me again, and frowned. "Why are you standing there? Come here," he commanded. I sighed. I smiled and walked towards him, swaying my hips. "I'm home, honey! I'm sorry, I thought you were busy, so I waited for you to finish talking on the phone," I said to him. I sat on his lap and touched his cheek. Claire told me that she's a sweet woman to her husband, even though he doesn't show any affection for her. My heart almost stopped beating when Liam looked at me with his sharp eyes. He didn't even touch my waist while I was sitting on his lap. He just stared at me as if he were disgusted.

Memories of Fatima hitting her with a vase flashed through her mind, making her gasp in shock. "You...what's going on? Mom...she...I..." Claire stammered, her voice trembling. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she struggled to process her emotions. Amelia wrapped her arms around Claire, holding her close. After some time, Claire calmed down. Jaxon approached the bed, kneeling beside her. "Are you okay, Princess?" he asked, concerned. "I...I'm fine," Claire replied. Jaxon nodded, knowing she wasn't fine, but that was Claire – always saying she was fine when she wasn't.

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.

“Perception is everything in the Moonshadow Dominion! You are ruining my life!” A big tear falls down my face. I wipe it fast because I hate that he sees me cry. “A ceremony is not a real marriage,” Rham says, putting his hands in his pockets. “We would be sad together, Lamia. It is better this way.” He is wrong. We would be powerful. I did everything right. I went to the best training grounds. I learned the pack laws perfectly. I never looked away from the prize of the Silverclaw Throne. If I wanted to just be happy, I would have let his dangerous brother Clay sleep with me years ago. Clay is the true wildcard of the family—a playboy prince who breaks every rule and walks with a lethal, dar

"I was just thinking. Should I wash it and return it, or keep it as a memento of my own foolishness?" "A memento of what? Of how you were humiliated?" Julian walked in, leaning against Claire’s vanity with a calmness that felt out of place for their current situation. "Of how I tried to stand on my own two feet, but there was still someone who wanted to break my legs," Claire retorted softly. She looked back down at her phone screen, scrolling through job listings on Namba’s employment websites.

I leaned back and locked eyes with a pair of dark brown obsidian orbs that registered worry. "How did you find out my babe?" "Kat told me . you can't hide stuff from me." Clara sat up pulling my white long sleeve shirt over her head she straddled me and kissed me slow and sweet. "Good morning Clara doe." Smiling back at me locking eyes with me she replied. "Mr Carlyle ...Perelli. Damn I need to get used to the fact that I'm dating another Perelli." "This one plans on having you barefoot , pregnant, and baking ."

Jonathan said, turning his attention back to Claire, something openly admiring in his gaze like he'd stumbled onto yet another unexpected facet of her. Claire barely reacted. Jasmine, meanwhile, was practically vibrating, clasping her hands together in silent excitement. Claire shot her a look. ... Jasmine grabbed her things fast. "I, uh I'm going to find Pete." "You two catch up. Take your time. Heh." She slipped out. "Apologies, Mr. Reid," Claire said. "Jasmine's young. A little impulsive." Jonathan brushed past that entirely, still genuinely curious about one thing why Claire had been fleeing the Wade estate at all tonight.

"What do you think you are doing when you act like that? I warned you to behave! Now look what you have done!" Mr. Jones shouted at his daughter; he couldn't believe how stupid she could be. "I did nothing wrong! You chose that useless Clary to marry Damon Williams! What about me? I am still single, with no one! And dad the most important thing doesn't forget you marry her off for money, and now look, she didn't bring anything into this house! After living such a good life, she forgot where she came from! If I got married to Damon William's, our lives could have been way better than now! Father, you have to find a way to make Clary leave Damon Williams so I can have my man!" Jasmine shouted,

“Not stupid. Just, wired wrong.” “Still my fault.” She shook her head. “We both carried blame. Let’s leave it there.” “Okay.” We sat with that for a while. Wine is half gone. Her bare foot was resting against my thigh. “Claire’s leaving next month,” I said. “Better offer. Remote. More money.” “She told me. I’m happy for her. Sad for us.” “We’ll find someone. Elise likes Jamie’s girlfriend. She’s already asking about babysitting.” Nadia snorted. “Jamie’s girlfriend is twenty-four. She’ll have Elise watching reality TV by week two.”

The pale, skinny nobody who'd been invisible until the mate bond forced people to notice her. I stopped halfway back to the bonfire, needing a moment to compose myself. I couldn't let everyone see me like this - face flushed, clothes disheveled, tears streaming. I was Claire Garrett, daughter of the Beta. I didn't cry over boys. But God, it hurt. Eighteen years of history meant nothing to him. All our shared memories, our families' expectations, the future I'd imagined - none of it mattered because she was his mate. I heard footsteps behind me and tensed, thinking Justin had followed me. But when I turned, it was Kyle approaching, concern on his face.