Leon Claire Novels & Stories

His hands clawed at me, but I bared my teeth, daring him to continue. With a final blow, I knocked him out. I stood up and fought with the others, all the while my eyes kept drifting towards where Clinton was. Falcon was high on alert, wanting to make sure that her mate was alright. Minutes later, all the rogues were dead except one. I was wounded, but it was nothing I wouldn’t heal from soon enough. I’d always been a fast healer. I watched as Clinton transformed, his face a battlefield of rage. A shiver ran through my spine as my eyes trailed down his body, stopping on his huge dick. It didn't help that Falcon chose that moment to send lewd images of me and Clinton.

"Lorneauxs cocked his chin playfully, his cold gaze narrowing, a cruel curve tugging at the corner of his lips. 'If our relationship is exposed, do you think your mother's and my father's marriage could endure?' Lorneauxs' voice echoed in Claire's ears like a death knell from the depths of hell. Her trembling form instantly stiffened, chilling to the core, as if plummeting into an abyss, enveloped by endless darkness. He seemed satisfied with Claire's reaction. His fingertips lightly traced over her smooth skin, unhurried, waiting for her decision. The prolonged silence made Lorneauxs start to wonder if he had rendered Claire speechless with fear. She finally spoke up. 'Why me?' Claire strug

“And that is very good news for you and your old man.” “Why don’t you just take your pound of flesh and be done with it?” Declan had expected the Claws to come for him, as soon as he’d gotten wind of the attack on Old Ed Channing, Patrick’s father in law, and the President of the Steel Claw Motorcycle Club. He’d been perturbed, but not exactly surprised, to learn that the perpetrator of the attack had been his own father, Jimmy Pierce. Not that he’d deign to bash Old Ed’s skull in himself, no: had one of his ex-IRA cronies do it, no doubt. Jimmy Pierce insisted that he was absolutely not part of an organized crime ring. But when push came to shove, they seemed pretty organized to Declan.

With no room to argue, Claire quietly left with the untouched container. Outside Harrison Group, a black Bentley sat parked across the street beneath the glow of the city lights. The tinted window lowered slowly, revealing Leonel Crawford’s sharp profile—and the faint outline of the slap mark that still hadn’t completely faded. “Did she eat?” he asked. Claire sighed and shook her head. Leonel closed his eyes briefly. He’d expected that answer. Navia had always been stubborn. Once she decided something, nobody could change her mind. “You should head home,” he said quietly.

But something touches his heart because of the fact that she cared for him and for Zack. He walked towards her. “Claire, I have to tell you something.” “Are you listening to me Blaire? There was a man out there that we don’t even know why he was spying on us.” She was baffled. Seeing Claire like this made him feel more guilty. “Listen to me Claire, that man in a cap is Leo.” He revealed. Claire was surprised by his revelation. “You know him?” She asked and she looked confused. Blaire sighed deeply. “He is one of my trusted men. He works for me.”

Claire stood near the entrance, her eyes darting between them. Chloe’s smirk vanished completely. “You really shouldn’t be here, Claire,” Chloe said, her tone cold. Claire ignored her, stepping closer to Lucas. “I followed you.” Lucas cursed under his breath. “Claire, you shouldn’t have.” Chloe’s lips curled into a wicked grin. “Oh, this just got interesting.” Claire’s gaze hardened. “Where is my son?” Chloe took a slow step forward. “Do you really think I’m just going to tell you?”

This was no piece of trash. The man who held Claire protectively by the arm was a ruler who had been hiding his fangs all along. Claire glanced at Julian from behind her veil. Behind his handsome face, she realized one thing: Julian Blackwood was far more mysterious and dangerous than any old photograph could capture. And now, she had just surrendered herself to his world.

Claire growled. She gave the phone to Gavin and said to the guys, "Find me Cain's location, imma go there to bust his head, he needs some beating." "Okay, Chairwoman." Claire went to her room and dressed up in a flash. She dressed in a black second-skin leather jumpsuit which had a zipper on its front. She zipped it to her chest line, intentionally leaving some parts of her cleavage open, and she put on a pair of black leather cover heels.

*Lyra* The porch boards creak beneath us as we settle into the shade of dusk. The yellow paint of the old house peels in curling strips. Beyond the steps, Reed chases a toad through the tall grass, his laughter cutting through the quiet every so often. Serena leans back against the porch railing. “We need to move quickly,” she says. “Kaelen’s people are speaking freely about him now, but they might not be for long.” Mitch rests his back against the post, arms folded, trying to look confident. He glances at Serena and then back at me. “So… what’s the cover?”

Claire said, her back facing the door, she was arranging washed glasses and bottles of drinks on the shelf behind the bar. "I noticed" Claire froze!. She whirled around to face the man still standing by the door. "Christ!" She screamed dropping a rum bottle she was still holding, which shattered loudly as it landed on the hard floor. "No darling, it's Jake" He smiled. All she could think about at the moment was "Nate!" her son.... Well technically their son!