Novel Claires 소설 & 이야기

That was how the world worked. Women were different. They were supposed to stay home, take care of the family, wait faithfully for their husbands. Not pry. Not rebel. Not step outside their place. Everything changed the moment she found out about Pattie. Before that, Claire had been perfect. The wife who held the family together. The woman who made everything look effortless. But tonight, that Claire was gone. The woman standing in front of me had been daring. Confident. Unfamiliar. And that lingerie… I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. She’d bought that for someone else. A side piece. The thought made my jaw clench.

"Either way, I think you're the most interesting person in this room, and I have a gift for identifying interesting people early." Clara looked at her. At the deliberate openness of her expression, the intelligence behind the friendliness, the way she held herself — ready to retreat, but leaning forward. In the novel, she remembered, there had been a character. Lysa's friend. Small, clever, red-brown hair. The one whose disappearance, in the later chapters, had driven Lysa into the confrontation with Morwen that kicked off the climax. Seren.

I called instead of texting back, and she picked up on the first ring, voice tight with the same urgency that had clearly kept her awake since Yasmine's report. "Walk me through everything," I said, already reaching for my laptop before she'd even started answering. "Exactly what Yasmine saw, exactly what he said, word for word if you can manage it." She did, careful and thorough, laying out every single detail Yasmine had passed along, and by the time she finished, I'd already pulled up a map of the gathering grounds on my laptop, staring at the sacred circle's location like it might reveal something new just from being looked at hard enough. The clearing sat at the edge of the territory li

Clair was still a child and no different from her son. “I would love to see you try.” She stood up and was gone before Clair could say another word. Clair focused on her food. She was tired but hungry and couldn’t bear to go the night on an empty stomach. By midnight, she was sitting in her room scrolling through her phone when the door burst open. Clair quickly stood to her feet, trying to cover herself up, but the sight was already revealed, and the beast awakened.

she said and bit her lower lip in an attempt to hold back her ever widening grin. “Claire...” Blake tried to stop her from coming further inside his bedroom, but she dodged his arm like an expert and marched up to me with determined steps. I have to admit, I was a little scared by it. “Hi. I’m Claire Reagan.” She stretched out her hand for a handshake and I just stared at it like it was a foreign object. I was still undecided about whether I should consider her a rival or a friend, but I guess she was done deciding because she grabbed my hand and put in hers forcefully.

Claire touched her forehead. “Later me.” “Future?” “No.” She looked confused. “After compression.” “But before now?” “Yes.” Root frowned. “That is contradictory.” Claire smiled. “Welcome to being me.” Elena stepped closer. “You told me you stopped reading.” “I remember.” “Was it true?” “Yes.” “What were you reading?” Claire’s smile disappeared. “Not your story.” “I know.” “The archive.” “No.” Claire shook her head. “I thought it was the archive.” Silence.

Tell me dear sis,’ Claire said mockingly. ‘She is actually here to see me and if you are insinuating that I sleep with people's wives before given their husbands contracts, I think I might need to call my lawyers Miss Martins,’ Midas said from behind me. One million butterflies found their way into my stomach at the sound of his voice. ‘Mr St Clair?’ Claire's voice was shaky as she said the words. ‘Yes. It's me. I think I demand an apology for your rude remark,' Midas said with his face contorted in anger.

About the Author Clare Felix writes MM Romance and BL fiction about men who are complicated in specific and recognisable ways, and about the people who love them anyway. Clare Felix is interested in the redemption arc when it costs something real, in the billionaire trope when the money is not the point, in forced proximity when the forcing produces something neither character planned, and in second chances when the change required to deserve the second chance is genuine and visible and hard. The Billionaire's Regret Clause is Clare Felix's debut novel. The next one is already underway — a different kind of clause, a different kind of waiting, the same fundamental question: what does it take

The document lay within arm’s reach. She reached toward the crystal case. “Don’t.” The voice came from behind them. Everyone turned. Standing in the doorway was Claire Novak. She wore a charcoal-gray coat, rain still clinging to the fabric. One gloved hand rested at her side. The other held Daniel Carter’s missing journal. Her green eyes met Amelia’s. There was no hatred in them. Only sadness. Claire looked at the crystal case. “If you open it now…” “…you’ll destroy everything your father died to protect.”

Clar stared at them, and one of them angrily shouted, "Hey, Clar, what are you looking at? Even if you're interested in me, I won’t become your mate, so get that thought out of your head." The other man added, "Clar, you evil female, because of you, Alex and Lucas haven’t returned in three days with food for you." Hearing this, Clar had an epiphany. "Mate," "Alex," "Lucas"—these were the male protagonists from the novel she had read on the train. She realized she had indeed crossed over into the beast world, and worse, she had become the villainous female character from the story.