Jamie Claire Fanfiction Novels & Stories

They couldn’t see the woman clearly because she had her back towards them but they could see that she had long dark curly hair. “Oh my… am I seeing things? Liam is on a date!” Quinn exclaimed. “Let me take a picture. Oliver won’t believe that his friend finally has a woman he likes,” Claire said. She took out her phone and focussed on the couple before zooming in, making sure the back of the woman and Liam’s face was showing. When Claire got home, she made sure her children would stay with their grandparents. She then sent all the housekeepers away and then switched off all the lights.

"He didn't think twice before he broke your heart, you shouldn't think twice when you have to heal and move on." "Do you know why I can't just let go yet? I mean I fucking despise him now, if he was here I'd smash him against the wall over and over, I want to heal and move on. But even if it was all a lie, it was a beautiful one and it hurts me so much." Damien paced back and forth, he tugged at his hair with frustration, he raised his finger but dropped it and sighed deeply. "Tell me everything Clara, all the truth, and also why you aren't Cassandra but Clara."

Jay said, laughing. “ I didn't get the chance to humiliate her too but we’ll be fine, baby. I promise to be a better girlfriend than her,” Claire said. I couldn’t take it anymore. My blood boiled with rage as I pushed the door open. They were entangled in each other's arms, naked.

Jason’s eyes narrowed, irritation flickering across his perfect mask. “We’ll be divorced when you sign this,” he said, lifting a thick folder. “Don’t drag this out, Claire. You’ve lost. I’m in love with Sasha. The papers are filed. Sign quietly, and I’ll make sure you’re… taken care of. Resist, and every door in this city will slam shut in your face. You’ll have nothing. Not even your name.” Sasha’s laugh cut through the room, bright and cruel. “Just do it, Claire. Don’t make this harder than it already is.”

Claire with puffy eyes and tears in her eyes looked at Auntie and Uncle Damian. "I'm not lying, Uncle, Aunty! Damian likes her! He loves her! So, what does he think of me? If Damian doesn't love me, I'd rather die!" Claire ran over and broke one of the vases in Damian's house, and in a flash she tore his veins with the shard. "Oh my God! You're hurt, kid! Don't go crazy like this! Damian loves you! And he's still going to marry her! Trust Auntie! Don't you, Damian?" Auntie stared at Damian.

She looks so uncomfortable. I sip my beer and munch popcorn, ignoring the woody in my pants from imagining that it's Quincy and me on the screen. When all else fails, insert humor. "Man, he's really going at it, isn't he?" "Would you shut up?" She laughs and smacks my arm. "This is weird enough without you making jokes." "Sorry. I'll just sit here quietly while we watch the non-porn." She rolls her eyes but smiles anyway. Two hours later, Jamie and Claire have gone at it multiple times, all while gallivanting through eighteenth century Scotland, dodging the horrible British soldiers.

JOJO'S POV I storm up the stairs and into Jeremy's room, coming to a shocked standstill when I see Claire on top of Jeremy, straddling him and trying to suck his face off with her mouth. White hot rage blankets my common sense and I'm dragging Claire out of the room by her fake extensions before my brain can comprehend what's going on. She screams like a banshee and rakes her fingernails over hands but my grip tightens on her hair, dragging her harder than before.

Brick by brick, the Institute rose. Claire oversaw the training of ten new medics. Children planted healing herbs in the garden. Soldiers rebuilt the walls without ceremony. One night, Jasper found her watching the lanterns below. “I wrote no letters this time,” he said. “Good.” “I just came to say thank you.” Claire nodded. “Then say it.” “I love who you’ve become.” She looked at him. “But I also know,” he continued, “you didn’t become her for me. And that’s what makes her untouchable.”

"Be yourself. That's genuinely all I'm asking. Well, that and maybe hold my hand occasionally. Laugh at my jokes even though they're terrible. Look like you don't completely regret this." "The last one might be challenging." He laughed - real, eye-crinkling. "Fair enough." Marcus cleared his throat. "So, Miss Blake, are you ready to sign? Or would you like more time?" Claire looked at the contract, then at Damian. He was watching her with an expression she couldn't read - hope, maybe, mixed with nervousness. She thought about her mother's cough. Clara's college applications. The endless bills. She thought about Damian's kindness after she'd ruined his shirt.

I watched the image until the jealousy inside me stopped feeling like something that could be contained. I had wanted Damien back. I had told myself that was all I wanted but looking at Claire now, alive and carrying his child, I understood how much larger the obsession had become. I didn't simply want Damien to choose me anymore. I wanted Claire gone. The thought came so quietly that for a moment I almost pretended I hadn't heard it then I looked at her photograph again and this time, I didn't look away.