Leon Claire Novels & Stories

Even a minute late, and met your tragic end. " Luciano! Gather some boys and leave at the first stroke of dawn to all our debtors. It's time to collect all the money back and if anyone doesn't pay. You know what to do" Mikhail ordered. " I totally understand Lord Mikhail " Luciano replied with a bow. Luciano Pavarotti is more like the third boss in the Clan. He's not a werewolf but knows alot about them. Majority in the Clan are werewolves, while some aren't. While some doesn't even know that werewolves even exits in the world.

Work was a mess and Capris home life what an even bigger storm. Most days were a daze that flew by as if they were all jumbled in one. Nothing seemed Normal including her physical well being. Capri was an athlete in high school. She ran track and played soccer; her nickname given to her by her principal was Flash! It was a sight to be seen how quick she was even after spraining her ankles, she never lost a race. She gained weight and her hormones were all over the place. One night in the shower she started bleeding and experienced abnormal clotting. Every drop felt like bolders at her feet. She finally went to the hospital after multiple soils in public and having to change throughout the da

Leo finally replied. “Agreed,” Arsen answered firmly. "Ahem… so here’s the thing. Actually, Claire is a college student who moved here a year ago from… umm… I heard it was Canada. Or was it Florida? I don’t know. But at first, everything was fine. Until one day, someone tried to harm Claire—you know, rape her. But unfortunately, the man failed—I don’t know who saved her. Then a few days later, the man who tried to rape Claire was found dead. An eyewitness saw that the one who killed him was a girl who looked like Claire, but she appeared more beautiful and cruel, dressed all in black.” Leo paused his story and took a sip of his nearly empty bourbon.

He hadn't given them details about the pregnancy. He had simply confirmed that Claire Laurent was alive and asked the public to respect her privacy. That was all but it told me enough. He wasn't embarrassed by her and he wasn't keeping her hidden because he regretted bringing her back. He had chosen to stand beside her publicly. My eyes returned to the photograph. Claire looked happy and rhat was what I couldn't bear. She was supposed to be gone.

I would say maybe it’s the baby but I’ve FINALLY been vomit-free, knock on wood, for a month now. I have despised Claire well my whole life. Since kindergarten even. The girl was a bitch then, and she’s a bitch now. ‘Well, technically, so are you. Though in the more literal sense.’ Theia unhelpfully points out. I growl for probably the millionth time today. “Luna?” Sybille arches a perfect blonde brow at me as she looks up from bouncing Xavier on her knee.

“I wasn’t aware you’d be joining us today. I thought your role was advisory, not participatory.” Elias didn’t even blink. “It was. Until I reviewed your proposed clauses. And until Mrs. Blackthorn had me handling it personally.” The room went still. “My clauses,” Lorenzo repeated slowly, “were carefully drafted by Miss Lewis. I simply chose to sign the papers as everything seemed to be aligned.”

"Oh won't you move a bit so she doesn't think you are as useless as you pretend your nature is. Oh, I do wish that he would be somewhat of interest right now to display that he is my perfect experiment. Ms. Spitz, this is my prized bull, I gave him the nickname: mirage because that's what he is. He doesn't look thirty six does he? He was a disabled veteran when he was surrendered to us. He was special services. A fantastic five foot eleven inches and solid three hundred pounds. I love he looks like there is nothing going on in his space. But, do not be decieved, it is anything but." I had been standing in Dr. Dawson's shadow and I could tell that the specimen was somethin that made m

"Just tell my parents I can't go home for the weekend. Tell them not to worry." "Wait. You didn't tell them?" I could imagine his frown right now. "Claire, who are you with?" he inquired. I wasn't even wondering why he was questioning me. This was not me. "I'm alone," I lied again. "And where are you going?" "Somewhere in Palawan." I remembered Adam told me this was in El Nido. But I didn't tell Marcus the exact place. "The heck, Claire," his voice got louder again. "You're going to Palawan and you're alone?"

It was like a surreal scene, the four of us frozen in a moment of shared expectation, each of us carrying our secrets and doubts. Alpha Gerald called me over, I walked up, a mix of nerves and duty. He pulled me into a light hug, and I returned it, trying to hide the lingering tension. Then, Gerald's focus shifted to the man from that intense night. "Looks like you two have already met," he said, calm as ever. His eyes flicked between us, a quiet intensity in his gaze. He introduced the guy as Silas, and the name carried a weight I couldn't quite put my finger on. "Silas, meet Hyacinth Clausen, she is the daughter of my soon-to-be Luna, Kendall Clausen." The formality of the introduction clas

“And she thinks she can hide him from me? She underestimates the patience of a father… of a man who is precise, who is obsessed, who sees everything.” He began to move silently along the cliffside path, every step careful, calculated, his presence blending with the darkness and the wind. The child was his, and he would reclaim him. Nothing would stop him. --- Ines paused to catch her breath, eyes scanning the cliffs for any sign of movement. “No one can see us here,” she whispered. “No one can find us… not him…” The wind carried a soft sound—a shifting of rocks behind her. Her breath caught. “Who’s there?”