Jamie Claire Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Klara Klara clutched Jamie’s hand as she walked back into the strip club. It was a week later, and she’d gotten a phone call from Pam that they all had to be at the club at eight p.m. so the new owners could talk to them. She didn’t want to leave Jamie in the car again and the fear on his little face was another reason she couldn’t. She hadn’t really seen Jake, but the moment he parked his bike or truck, Jamie ran across the lawn, sometimes not even asking her. He still spent time with Jake and when he returned, dirty but fed, he’d tell her how Jake was teaching him to fix things.

he groaned, a sound I’d never heard from any man—soft, wrecked, vulnerable. I wrapped my arms around him as he shook uncontrollably, pulling him down, holding him close as his cock pulsed inside me, still spilling, still giving. I held him as he came apart. And for one breathless, impossible moment… I wasn’t Mrs. Claire. I was just Claire. And he was just Liam. And we were both completely, utterly lost.

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."

"You're not pregnant, are you?" "No, you idiot." Claire rolled her eyes. "I'm getting married. Jamie proposed last night." The room erupted into shrieks, and hugs. Squealing that made Vanessa want to claw her own ears off. She dragged her ridiculously long sleeve down further and forced herself to smile, join in, and act like this wasn't the last thing she wanted to hear. Claire always had to one-up everyone, hungry to be the center of attention. "Oh my God, show me the ring." Michelle said, grabbing Claire’s hand.

Claire's P.O.V: After eating and getting our pictures clicked, Shawn drops me at my new apartment . He kisses me on my cheek and I ignore how his gaze lingers for a minute too long . I shut the door and take a short shower and sleep on my new bed . Today went great and i had lots of fun with Shawn. I wish things go great like this forever. Maybe ,we could go on a double date with Justin and Jayson . I think i need to be reminded that i am fake dating Shawn ,again and again because i keep forgetting about it and start thinking of it as real. It's all too complicated for me to keep track of it. I shake that thought and fall into dark abyss.

She is trying to drive me insane and make me lose my mind again. "Fuck that, I want you to fuck me as hard as you can, while we can," Claire says. I let go, we move faster. I pull out of her and turn her around. I make her stand on all four in front of me before entering her again. I smack her bum, and it makes her moan. I know she likes it. Claire is a freak like me. I fuck her hard until both of us reach our climax together. I shoot my cum deep inside of her. We fall next to each other on the bed. "That is not what I wanted to do. I wanted to make love to you, but damn woman, you drive me nuts," I say.

"Tell me why? First, Thea, Effie, also Lily, even though I haven't known her for so long but she looks like an Indian Goddess," "Pray to God that Liam didn't hear that you are thinking about his girl and baby mama," Jeremy shakes his head and sighs. "And now..." Justin put on his sorrowful and pitiful eyes on me. "My sweet, sweet, sweet Claire has been taken away from me too." I see Jeremy roll his eyes at his brother's childish behavior. Everyone in the diner watches a grown man act like a child. I chuckle. "You do know that Effie was still a little girl, and you're saying you have a crush on her."

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.

"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