Jamie Claire Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

She hated being blackmailed, but she knew I held the detonator to her perfect life. "I will ensure she is... attended to," Jane managed. "I’ll take that as a promise. Thank you, Jane." I walked out without looking back. By late afternoon, I was on the transport bus winding through the rain-slicked mountain passes toward Clamville. I pulled out my phone and sent a short text to Cole: [Don't bother coming by tonight.] His reply was instantaneous: [Already looking for a replacement to warm your bed?] I thought of him in his penthouse, arrogant and untouchable. I snapped a photo of the grim-faced doctors and the muddy interior of the bus and hit send: [I’ve got a whole bus full of candidates.]

CLAIRE He was Matthew Alaric Kingsley, the man I had rejected in high school because I loved Charles more back then. And now, he reappeared. Unbidden and suddenly in front of me, helping me. "What's going on with you, Claire?" That deep voice entered my ears like a high-speed train that unceremoniously woke me up from the dark, lightless room. Then his eyes descended to watch my belly. "Are you pregnant?" I shook my head weakly. "I used to be. But not anymore."

"How delightful." I stumble back, my hand going to my mouth to muffle a scream. His eyes, cold and dead, meet mine, and I know we're in trouble. "What do you want?" I demand, trying to keep my voice steady. Jonathan smirks, the sight of him sending a shiver down my spine. "You know what I want, Claire," he says, his voice a mockery of sweetness. "I want you. And you are leaving here with me." "I'm not going anywhere with you!"

Gabriel would see me as basic and advise Justin to go for the more classy and fabulous girls that were always throwing themselves at him. I rang the bell to the apartment on the left on the sixth floor as my heart raced faster than it should and when the door opened, it wasn't Justin, standing before me was a shirtless man with joggers pants and his feet were bare. His shoulders were broad and his eyes were hazel green, one of the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, his hair was tinted black with a few curls on the top. His lips were moist; why was I looking at his lips? He was smiling at me, his smile melting every fiber of fear I had in me as I smiled back at him. "Claire," he called out

*Claire’s Point of View* --- I am still shocked that she actually came to our house to return my jacket and my phone. And I really thought that I lost it last night. Well, thinking about the kiss last night, that was really great, like damn, I couldn't believe that it actually happened. And every time I think about it, I could feel some whirls in my stomach. I don't know what it is, but it is something amazing, really amazing.

she teased. “Don’t tell him,” I whispered, laughing. “But yes. Every single time.” Claire shook her head with a grin. “Hopeless. Absolutely hopeless.” But beneath her playful teasing, I knew she was happy. And so was I. When Liam finally appeared, sleepy-eyed and ruffling his hair, he gave me a look that made everything inside me melt. The look Claire had been talking about. The kind of look that said: Mine. Forever. And I realized she was right.

Claire was just so irresistible to me. Just as we were finishing, Liam’s voice suddenly called out. “What are you two doing?!” Claire sprang up in a panic, hastily fixing her clothes. “Liam, please try to understand…” She was particularly alarmed by Liam’s discovery. “I don’t want to hear it! I never want to see you again! “I was walking ahead and noticed you two weren’t behind me. I thought something happened, so I came back. Turns out you were here, messing around. If I hadn’t returned, I wouldn’t have discovered how disgusting this is!”

"But because I see that no matter how many times you live and die, you're still love that, Jacob. You'll never like me. Not a chance." "Right," she answered gleefully. The soul sucker angered so much that he was thrown her on the other side of the rooftop. Claire felt her bones rattle. She couldn't even move her fingers. Jayden approached her again and held her by the neck. And just like Jacob warned, she already guessed what Jayden wanted to do so she closed her lips tightly. Gami is Claire's remaining hope but there is no shadow of a soul reaper either. And it's too much for her to expect him to help her as she is not doing their deal.

Amelia’s POV I did my best to try to ignore the way Claire was clinging to Damien’s arm, but no matter how many times I dragged my eyes away, they always managed to find their way back to him. To Claire. To the way her manicured fingertips were digging into the otherwise smooth fabric of Damien’s sleeve. It became easier to look away as Jake and I reached the bottom of the stairs, mainly because I no longer could see them from this level, with so many other people between us.