Jamie Claire Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

"Claire, please. Give me a chance to make this right, to make up for everything I did wrong. I'll spend the rest of my life proving to you how much you mean to me." "I don't want your apologies and I don't want your promises." Claire wiped her face with her hands and stood straighter, she glared at him coldly, "Claire is gone forever and Amber Clark took her place" She pointed at the grave, "the Claire you are looking for is right there in the grave, you buried her Jeff, buried her with all her love for you and standing in front of you is Amber Clark, who doesn't give a damn about you". "No, no, no, don't say that please, give me a second chance". Jeff cried and wanted to hug her but Claire

"Because I feel a bond with her too, so technically she's mine." "She can't be yours. She's already mine." "Tell that to the Moon Goddess." Kade's eyes flashed gold. "Now get off my property before I make you leave." "I'm not leaving without seeing her." The door behind Kade opens. Jamie stood there in jeans and a t-shirt someone had given her, her hair pulled back, fury radiating from every line of her body. "Both of you shut up." She looked at Briton. "What are you doing here?"

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.”

Late in the evening, Claire and Damian snuck away from their own party, finding a quiet corner of the garden bathed in moonlight. "Hello, Mrs. Cole," Damian said, pulling her close. "That's going to take some getting used to." "We have time. The rest of our lives, actually." "No more contracts binding us?" "No more contracts. Just us. Just this. Just real love freely chosen." Claire leaned into him, feeling the solid warmth of his embrace, hearing the distant laughter of their families celebrating inside the brownstone. "You know what's funny?" she said thoughtfully. "What?" "That day I spilled coffee on you, I thought my life was over. I thought I'd hit absolute rock bottom."

Claire's POV I woke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the unfamiliar comfort of knowing I didn't have to pretend. For one night, I hadn't been Mrs. Laurent, I hadn't been Damien's assistant and I hadn't been the woman silently carrying a child whose father had already told her there would never be an us. I had simply been Claire. Olivia was already in the kitchen when I wandered into the living area. She stood barefoot in an oversized T-shirt, humming softly while pouring coffee into two mugs.

He chuckled, “You can call me Jaycee and you must be the new assistant” I nodded rapidly before settling back into my seat. “Oh, that's nice, welcome to Jaime's Den” he chuckled, “Your name is??” “Clarissa Miller” I provided. "Hmm Clarissa” he gave me a pleased look, all the while still staring at my face as he phrased my name like he was tasting it. Gosh, the resemblance is so uncanny, it seems like I am looking directly at Jaime, but the difference is the scar that runs through Jaycee's face isn't on Jaime.

Claire blushed at my words, a warmth spreading across her cheeks as she rubbed her tummy. “I thought I was going to die after I created that barrier around Alpha Peter’s pack.” My mate admits. “My mate is too powerful to die just like that. The moon goddess never blessed you for you to die, my love.” I rubbed her cheek while my hand rested on her stomach. “Mike is going to be an elder brother,” she remarked. “Yes, he is.” “We’re glad to find the white witch?” Claire questioned, seemingly just remembering. “No, however, I plan on going after Damian with Alpha Peter’s help,” I told her.

Moments later, Claire began to dance with so much excitement that it drew the attention of so many people. Her sister even dared to get on stage and go crazy up there. Satisfaction was certainly on the side of Jasmine who had managed to ruin her very innocent brother. Jasmine was repeatedly reminded by her friends but unfortunately Jasmine's heart was already blinded by her ambition to own Ludwig Beyer so all the warnings from her friends who were also present at that time went unheeded. "Claire, I wish you had never fallen in love with Ludwig and gotten into a relationship with him. If you hadn't accepted his proposal, I wouldn't have been so desperate like this. It's your own fault."

Suddenly her eyes smoldered as she grit her teeth angrily. 'Hunter MacIntyre, you think not returning home will make me leave you? It only makes my determination of steel.' Claire left a final message with a stubborn sneer before she closed her eyes to get some sleep: The menu for today's lunch is a surprise. See you then. Love you, Honey. Tbc... Do you think he'll come??? How many of you think Claire will win this war? Should she hope for a future with Hunter?