Novel Claires Novels & Stories

"A hundred percent. Each end of the nerves was clipped tightly away from each other." "So you are saying that someone tampered with my inner makeup just to render me cripple?" He expelled a breath. "I'm afraid so. There's no way it wasn't intentional." He picked up a steel scissors and held up one of the metal clippings. "Usually, such clips are used to hold together soft bones and taken out after healing happens. It seems the clippings began to rub against each other over time, leading to the sharp pain you were feeling." Again, a series of questions flooded my mind. Who did this to me? Why was I intentionally made a cripple? What did I do to deserve this? How many people knew that these ob

Narrator Clair’s days were filled with studies and taking care of Nolan. And if she had any free time, she had filled it with volunteer work, which she seemed to enjoy. Each morning, she woke up early, fed Nolan before leaving him with the others and went to university. At first, she was anxious about meeting new people. She hoped that she didn’t meet any one who thought she looked familiar. After all, there were times that she was forced to meet people with Mr. Stone.

"Wow, who knows when 'The Flavour is Yours' will be released? I must go to the premiere." Everyone was talking a lot, but it seemed to be crooked. They didn't talk about Clair, the second female lead, but about the novel "The Flavour is Yours" and its author. Clair's face was a little ugly, but she didn't have a seizure. After all, with so many reporters around, she wouldn't have a problem, or she would be self-destructing. She now sets herself up as a pure lady.

Enola enjoyed the touch. “Clarine has already fallen. Initially, I wanted to use Clarine to tear Adrian apart, but my uncle changed the situation a little unexpectedly. Now, I’ve changed the target. Clarisse must be a good knife for Adrian. “ Enola turned to face Damian and wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck. “ I’m sure the news of Clarine being discarded by my uncle has reached Clarisse. That woman has lost her pawn, the perfect time to give them a fun game. A battle of street dogs.”

“Clair has been relentlessly pursuing me. What allegedly occurred between you two as well? She gives me the willies.” "Who is Clair?" I ask. I try to understand it. "You mean strongest?” I continue when she nods in affirmation. "She comes off as evil right away. Not unusual.” “When I first heard that you got off to a bad start, I assumed it was an issue with "you," but girl, she irritates me.” “Just sprinkle a little pepper in her drink or lotion, and you'll thank you later.” "You're both mean and wild. Who raised you?” she laughs, massaging my body.

The journey ahead would be treacherous, but armed with newfound knowledge and a profound understanding of their interconnected destinies, Claire and Dakota were prepared to face whatever challenges awaited them. Finally, amidst the sea of forgotten knowledge, Claire stumbled upon a weathered manuscript hidden at the back of a shelf. Its pages were yellowed with age, and the ink had faded over time. Excitement surged within her as she gently opened the fragile document, revealing a wealth of information about the twelve. "This is it, Arnold," Claire exclaimed, her voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. "The manuscript contains details about the twelve individuals and the

I paused my statement , aggressively removed the drips connected to my body , stood up from the bed, turned to leave then paused . " Mr Mayor" . I concluded and walked to the door and immediately I opened the door , Claire was standing in front of me , shock evident in her eyes . Why is she always there in my most embarrassing moments? TBC ©️Pen Nikky

"Good morning, ma'am." Beatrice scanned me from head to toe, her smile widening. "Goodness, you are really beautiful. Are you Ethan’s girlfriend? It’s about time he brought some life into this mausoleum." I felt a flush creep up my neck, thinking of the life Ethan had actually brought into my world lately. "No, ma'am. I’m Claire. I work here as the archivist."

They’d combed her apartment for clues, leads; nothing still. Eyes vacant and totally unfocused on the show on the TV, Clarissa remained blissfully oblivious to the figure who jus walked into the living room. Claire walked to sit beside her friend, having unlocked the front door with the spare key she always had with her just in case of an emergency. Startled by the sudden dip of the Couch, Clarissa jerked away from the couch before recognizing her friend. ‘I knocked and when you didn’t open up, I used my own spare.' She explained to ease the fear on her friend's face. 'How do you feel?’

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.