Novel & Cerita Novel Claires

More porous. She read. The novel was about a woman named Clare who grew up in a loud house and learned silence as a survival skill and then spent her twenties mistaking silence for strength. It was about Clare's mother, who had been beautiful and frightened and had made herself small in ways that left no room for Clare to be large. It was about Clare falling in love with someone who saw her and did not know what to do with being seen. It was, Mara understood now with the clarity of six more years and one catastrophic October, extremely autobiographical.

The second I stepped into the clearing, Claire spotted me. “Lena!” she called, waving dramatically from where she sat on a fallen log. “I thought you were gonna ghost us!” I smirked, stepping closer. “If I was, you wouldn’t have known.” Claire snorted, handing me a red plastic cup as soon as I sat beside her. “Drink.” I took a sip, wincing at the cheap alcohol burn. “Jesus. What is this?” Joel, who was poking at the fire with a stick, grinned. “You don’t wanna know.”

I would do anything to make sure my baby is safe. " Meet me at the parking lot after your shift" she said ********* After my shift, I went to the parking lot with a pepper spray in my bag. "What took you so long Claire" said the elderly lady " I had some last minute errands to run" I said "I am Mary Wyatt" she said " You already know who I am so no need for introduction" I said " What do you know about werewolves Claire" she asked " They are myths and do not exist in real life" I said

Neil felt dazed, and pain spread all over his body, his bones ached badly. With blurry eyes, he looked up confused to the sudden attack, hoping to spot who, or what was in the room when a white figure materialized...his heart ceased in his chest, and his eyes cleared well enough for him to see her. Claire Steele. The supposed dead sister of the Steeles. A beauty like no other, standing before him in a dazzling white dress, and her hair was adorned with gleaming transparent crystals. Each step she took was deliberate, dangerous, and announcing dread.

Unknown Pov. Clair storms into the room startling Kate Amnell who has been panicking trying to find her mistress. It was not common for Clair to have left without notice, but never had it been in the depths of the night and too without her carriage or favorite horse. “Get me water” she backed out orders almost immediately. Kate Amnell rushed to the kitchen fetching a bottle of water. Clair looked nothing like her previous self. The self-dignified lady, with ravishing beauty, but here she was covered in smelling mud and her hair nest for forest creatures.

I gazed at her longer to get a better look. That was when she also looked at me. “Oh…” Her eye colour… “Suna?” Clairmont stopped beside me. He seemed to follow my gaze when he asked, “Who’s that with Carter?” “Oh, that?” I unconsciously smirked, somewhat excited. I mean… “That, is the revered Minerva Lyle Williams, the female protagonist of this novel!” …What are the chances that I get to meet the female lead here?

“Kevin, huh? I didn't think I'll meet him again. Glasses. Tall. Looks like he knows your browser history.” Clara laughed. “That’s him.” “Huh,” Avi said, eyes narrowing slightly. “Might be worth a second look.” --- Meanwhile, Elsewhere… Vincent Maddox watched the news report on Clara’s upcoming debut novel with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. The article quoted her agent, called her “an emerging voice in literary fiction.” There was a photograph—Clara in Alex’s arms, smiling like a woman finally free. He crushed the glass in his hand.

BRUCE. I stared blankly at my laptop’s screen as it sat coldly on my desk, watching as the news headlines continued to flash before me. Clarissa Montclair Revealed As The Hidden Heiress Of The Montclair Empire My throat went dry as I read, and my heart began to beat faster than usual. Clarissa Montclair? My hands began to tremble as I placed them on the desk before me, clasping them together. This wasn't how I’d intended things to go. When I’d sent the video to the blogger, I’d left him with specific instructions to make sure for anonymity, insisting on no real names but just something enough to stir up drama for Clarissa. But now, her name and everything she stood for were out in bold lette

Looking forward to having my flaws handed to me in a few days. Erick Silver. Clair found the things he asked for strange. She had never been asked for a medical history before. "Maybe Silver's more of a creep than Mang. He certainly likes the idea of being beaten up by a girl, figuratively anyways". She got up and quickly gathered her things. She took her bag and wine coloured briefcase from her study room and sashayed out of her house. In the mini garage, her small convertible electric car sat waiting for her. She got inside and drove out the driveway. Clair turned the radio on and The Pine Ridge Boys 'you are my sunshine' poured out of the speakers.

I open my mouth to scream but pause when I hear the familiar voice; “It’s me, bitch. Cut it out.” My mouth snaps shut as annoyance skitters down my spine. I fold my arms, lift my chin and glare down at her. Dressed in black hoodie and matching dark leggings, Claire looks like a nineteen year old hipster kid. “Claire? That’s a terrible disguise. What the hell do you want?” She takes a step in my direction, her eyes sparking venom; “You’re behind that terrible review stunt, aren’t you? You’re behind everything that’s been happening for the past few weeks.”