Jim X Claire Novels & Stories

She looked up when Claire came into the room, already dressed in scrubs. "Are we ready to get this show on the road ladies and gentlemen?" Claire asked as she went to wash her hands in the sink. She turned to find Jordon and Dell leaving with a wave and excited expressions on their faces. She heard the lock on the door click and blinked down at her hands when a pair of gloves appeared on her hands, it sure was going to be an interesting experience working with the fairy! "It will be over soon, we will be holding them in our arms before we know it" Clary whispered, looking up into Damon eyes when he wrapped his arms around her head. She saw the worry there, the look in his eyes matching her o

Clair on weekdays, she would spend time with Caiden in the evening and she would go out at the weekend to see her friends. Her targets were still in the US and the party Caiden had seen them going to in the future hadn’t occurred yet. Clara was sitting in the accounting office of St. Clair when James walked in. “Sorry, I’m just going to borrow Clarissa,” he said to her current manager. “Clarissa, I’ve got a request to ask of you. Are you free to come to my office?” Clara saved the document she was working on before standing up. She wondered what James’ request could be. It had to be important enough to warrant retrieving her at work rather than waiting until they were in car together on the

Jerry is a couple of inches over 6-feet tall with a muscular build, black hair and he can look intimidating at times. “Hey girls, how was shopping?” Aunt Maria asks as we walk in. “It was great, you need to see the gowns we got,” I tell her. “I would love to, and I am sure they are lovely,” Aunt Maria says. “They are, and how are you doing Jerry?” Fatima responds. “I am fine. How was your day at the mall?” Jerry asks. “It was great,” Fatima grins. “We already had dinner. I left some for you in the fridge.” Aunt Maria interrupts.

Stephen growled as we walked out of the house. "In her defense, she doesn't know what Claire means to us. We need to tell everyone soon," I said "I know, but first, we need to talk to James. I am not letting him get away for confronting Claire like that," Stephen said "Do you want to wait for Gwen?" I asked "She is probably comforting Claire right now," Stephen said "Yeah, we should go check on her," I said "We need to talk to James first. Let him know that Claire is our MMateand to back the hell off of her,' Stephen said

A child cried somewhere in the distance. She kept walking. --- Inside the east quarantine dome, the air reeked of alcohol and ash. Nurses hustled between gurneys. Claire spotted Jasper immediately, standing behind the clear barrier, hands pressed to the glass as if it were the only thing keeping him upright. His voice was hoarse when he spoke. “You came back.” Claire didn’t respond. Jasper’s eyes searched hers. “Why?” “For them,” she said. “Not for you.” “I know.”

Rowan pulls Claire's hand and makes her follow, sitting her next to him and across from me. "Thanks, Bennett. I'm starving." Rowan says as he digs in to his food. He must have had a good meeting with council if his good mood is any indication how it went. My eyes shift over to Claire and I watch her curiously as she stuffs food in her face. She eats like she'll never see food again and soon her plate is empty. She reaches for more and just as she's about to shove another mouthful in, her stomach makes a strange sound and she groans.

Jack takes another few drags and passes it onto Marcus. They arrive at the beach. The scenery is beautiful. The ocean matches Claire's eyes; it was blue now it's green. She takes off her top and removes clothes from her bag. "Dont peek, boys." Marcus laughs, "I am not looking." Jack covers his eyes playfully. “Me neither.” "Okay, you can look now,” Marcus and Jack looked to the back. Claire was wearing a red swimsuit. "Do you naturally look like a model in any swimwear?"

Not quite long, they saw someone like Clara walking towards their directions. "Good morning ma'am". Clara greeted her with a polite tone as Kim glared back at Jane. "Please leave Clara! I don't want to see you anywhere around this place". Kim stated, with all form of seriousness as she shook her head walking out of them at the moment but Clara wouldn't let her. She couldn't let go of this opportunity.

"Nothing? You had everything, and you have everything. You're his mate, and you're the Luna, you live in the pack house, you get to sleep with him in the same bed and not just for sex. So what? I slept with him for a few weeks, big deal. Look where I am now." "You don't know?" I ask genuinely. Claire shrugs, annoyed. "What?" "James wasn't nice to me. He never talked to me, and when he did it was only to take things away from me. He treated me like dirt. He used you just to stop thinking about me. He hated me." Claire's face hardens. "We both may have known that what we had was over, but he did not sleep with me to get over you. He loved me. I bet he still does."

Jack smiled, extending his hand to her. Claire grumbled rolling her eyes at the sound of his voice. This was going to be the longest few weeks of her life. Jack held his hand out to her like he was going to help her across the ladder. She ignored him and grabbed a rope that was dangling. Without a second glance she took several steps back and then swung gracefully across the gap. She landed neatly on The Evening Star. She smirked looking back at The Crown as a wided eye Jack stood there. She placed a hand on her hip as if to say she was waiting. Jack shook his head as he hopped up onto the ladder. He began making his way across when he heard a voice. “Good luck with her Jackie.” He said with