Jim X Claire Novels & Stories

Finn said impatiently. "There was no evidence that Claire and William had been intimate after she left Drake that night. That is good news but here's the painful news..." Jim's voice trailed off as he really didn't want to tell them. He had no choice but he still paused. "Out with it!" Finn ordered. Jim sighed heavily before he spoke again. "I am so sorry but the baby was Drake's. I know that he will be happy that Claire wasn't sleeping around, but he will be devastated that he lost his baby."

"Good morning, my name is Clara. Do you have an appointment?" "Hi Clara," Mum said. "Yes, our appointment is under the name of Clarke, Jim Clarke. First Girl." "Oh lovely," She gushed. "A First Girl is so exciting. And this is Jim?" "Hi." Jim managed. "Hello Jim. How about I get you to wait right here with me while your Mum gets your paperwork sorted?" "Ok." Mum started talking with another girl at the desk, while Clara led Jim over to a kidney-shaped couch off to the side.

They were having an awful load of sex. "How's it going, my love?" John asked, his hand finding the small of her back as cameras drifted toward them again. "The number of people I've spoken to tonight is making me want to puke," Claire said under her breath, smiling for the room the whole time. "I just want this to be over." "Almost there." Before either of them could say more, the meet-and-greet line absorbed John completely… a Jenkins and a Rhodes standing together was apparently an event in itself, and people wanted their moment with both halves of it.

Joan whined, "That's how you both will get it from me each time you make of fun again." Clara said sternly. "Fun? No it's not fun. It's fact, no guy is ready to clear his account just to get balut..." stasha chipped in and she quickly dodged before Clara's almighty hand descends on her. They continued joshing Clara and Clara was hitting them. I just lost concentration. My thoughts drifted to ray. I don't know how he is gonna cope if his father gets out of jail.

Claire whispered, her voice raspy. Julian pulled her closer until her back pressed against his broad chest. "It is still early. You do not need to rush to your lectures today." Claire let out a long breath. Emotionally, she felt incredibly close to him. The intimacy they had shared seemed to tear down the walls that had stood so rigidly between them. Yet, on the other hand, Claire’s logic screamed that she was walking through an ever thickening fog. Intellectually, she felt further than ever from the truth about the man holding her.

As soon as Claire got to the filming location, she rushed straight to the restroom. After finishing up, she stepped out to wash her hands—only to run into Mandy. Claire kept her focus on washing her hands like Mandy wasn’t even there. But instead of leaving, Mandy walked up beside her and turned on the faucet too. While Claire stayed silent, lost in her thoughts, Mandy decided to speak up first. "Claire, did you know Jason stayed over at Spring Day last night?"

Thomas said quietly while chuckling happily. Claire shook her head in response to her brother-in-law's remark. Meanwhile, in the section on the right inhabited by the employees of the Himalaya Resort, none of them were unsurprised. Sherly said, "Is this really real? Uh, if this is a dream, it feels too real." "It is real, ma'am. Ms. Claire is indeed Mr. Felix's wife." Jason nodded his head indicating he agreed, "This is definitely real and right now in front of my eyes Ms. Claire is walking towards Mr. Felix who is standing there waiting for her."

“Have a professional look at that, but it should keep your blood on the inside for the time being.” “Thanks, love,” Declan said, and rose to his feet. He was stiff, I could tell, but his muscles rolled and flexed under skin that had almost no fat on it whatsoever. Something about him was magnetic, and I wanted to stay close. Patrick, of course, had other ideas. “Come on, Claire,” Pat said, “I’ll take you home.” ~ * ~ Patrick held my bloodied sweatshirt as we headed back to the pick up truck. I couldn’t help but scoff. “So,” I said, climbing into the passenger’s seat, “my bar is connected to your underground fight club, or whatever.”

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

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.