Leon Claire Novels & Stories

exclaimed Claire now that her spear was burning like fire in line with Claire's anger. "Claire listen to me, it's not what it seems," Leon replied. Even though he was now Hercules, the strongest demi god in the world, he didn't want to waste his life in this increasingly unpredictable game. Leon didn't want to fight Claire. "Nonsense! You're a disgusting man! You fucked me the first time we met, and that problem I will never forget!” exclaimed Claire.

The elders murmured in approval. “No wonder she’s the Vice President of the Association. Her script holds the true weight of an Alpha’s daughter.” “She’ll match Emily Quinn’s power by the next eclipse. A perfect match for the Quinn heir.” Chloe handed the quill back to the attendants, her eyes locking onto mine from the stage, dripping with challenge. She knew I came from a broken house—that my father, Richard Mercer, was locked in a silver cell, and my mother was dying in a ward. She thought I was nothing.

Claude nervously stood up as he bowed his head before my mother. "I-I..." He cleared his throat and looked at Her nervously. "M-Moon Goddess Lunaria, I-I am Clau..." He cleared his throat again when his voice cracked causing me to chuckle softly. "I'm... Uh... Claudian Alexander IV. I am..." He gulped. "I am Rachelle's mate," he said as he chuckled nervously.

She took a deep sigh as she thought that its seemed like its better to convince the mere rouges than Treznor's group. "Take this." Claire took something inside her pocket. "What is this?" Treznor asked as he saw the piece of paper that Claire give to him. "That is the photo of the King's Luna. The heir of the Vermont's family. If you used that bitch, you will gain wealth and you may get the attention of the king." "Keke. Got it." Treznor briefly said and he ordered his men to start the car. "Shit!" Claire whispered and she looked at the direction where the troop of Treznor went.

I clenched my fists tightly, fighting the shift. My Luna doesn’t deserve this shit. I paid for elegance—for gold and grandeur. And instead, they gave her this...this pitiful excuse of a venue. My jaw tightened. I could feel my eyes start to change, burning with rage and frustration. I should’ve known better. Gerard Jacinto is a selfish, cunning piece of shit. Trusting him to handle the preparations was my mistake. If it weren’t for Claire, I would’ve already rearranged his face with my claws. My hands itched with the need to tear into something—preferably him.

It certainly appeared to be an urgent affair. “Why do you bring back the food?” Claire inquired as she noticed me clutching Lucian’s tray. “He left, probably for some important matters,” I replied, casually shrugging my shoulders. She nodded in understanding. “Well, people come and go,” Claire mused, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. My attention shifted towards the entrance as a newcomer arrived. It was the man I had encountered the other day, donning his ideal attire. “He certainly has a penchant for shades, does he not?” I remarked. His attire was similar to some models. Is he a model himself?

He prayed to all the gods in heaven to help them today. There was no denying that as soon as Clara steps in front of the doors that led to the patio, she would know what he had planned for her because waiting at the door was her father, Nathan Jacobs. Ready to give her away. The minute Clara got off the elevator, her heart started beating faster. Something was up, and she was not sure if she would like it. She stared at her sister, who stopped looking her in the eye in the elevator when she asked one last time if there was something she was hiding from her. Celine’s answer had been, ‘I’m scared of you.’ Which made her laugh out loud and almost peed her pants because it was the most absurd th

I was in a good mood then; if not, I might have taken matters into my own hands. My attention was drawn by the sound of the door opening. Instinctively, I watched as Claire hopped into the seat beside me. I put on my sunglasses and turned on the car, which gave a satisfying roar. Then, I nodded at Ron and drove off, out of the dirt track and woods, onto the main road. As I drove, I couldn't help but notice how nice Claire smelled. I turned to give her a quick look. From her black hair laced with green to her porcelain skin, she looked extraordinary, even for a werewolf. Even with these features, she looked really beautiful with her ocean-green eyes and lips that looked utterly sinful.

Daisy Hunter opens the door of her office, immediately she meets face to face with her boss Wade Roberto. "Daisy, I was actually coming to meet you at your office." His voice was barely above whispers. "Okay, I was actually bringing the paperwork of Mr Chan Lee for you to sign." Daisy said, her voice laced with bewilderment. As they walked through the corridor, the chandelier's light shimmered through the entire corridor flooding the whole corridor with a touch of grandeur.

Clark looked forward to the many years he was going to spend with the woman he loved, his best friend, his soul mate, and his cleaner. BILLIONAIRE CLARK. The End...