Novel Claires Novels & Stories

‎ ‎Claire raised a brow, curiosity piqued. ‎“Where are you going?” she asked, dropping her bag beside the couch and flopping down onto it. Her eyes scanned Cleo, noting the effort she'd put into her appearance, the soft shimmer of eyeshadow, the perfectly blended blush. Claire could tell she hadn't rushed it. ‎ ‎Cleo gave a little smirk, flicking her hair back confidently. “I’m going to Ryan’s place. Thought I’d surprise him,” she said with a playful wink. ‎

But I could smell her long before her shadow even crossed my table. It was Claire. She glided down the narrow aisle between the book stacks, wearing a soft white cashmere sweater and dark trousers, her blonde hair falling in perfect, neat curls over her shoulders. She looked clean, sweet, refined, and completely unbothered by the chaos tearing the campus apart. Looking at her standing over my chair made me feel like a filthy, broken stray... sitting there with Silas’s dried blood flaking off my neck and street dirt smeared across my boots.

Claire I wasn't sure how long I laid there, not really sleeping, but not totally awake either. There were no windows, so I had no idea if the sun had come up. Eventually, the light flicked on and I had to cover my eyes from the stinging pain it caused. I heard loud footsteps and the metal of my cell lock clanking. I squint my eyes against the light and see Bennett walk into my cell. I shoot up and press myself against the wall, watching as he stalks towards me. When he sees my terrified face, he stops his approach and kneels in front of me. He watches me for a moment before he sighs and his shoulders sag.

Claire asked, keeping her voice low as she moved closer to Clara. Clara didn't give her a response, she just kept staring at the screen. “Oh, poor child. What happened?” She asked, staring at her with pity. Without giving it a second thought, Clara took off the apron and dropped the notepad with her. “What are you doing? Where are you going?” Mrs. Claire asked as she rushed out of the restaurant. Clara got out and hurriedly got into a cab. “Where to ma’am?” “The Blackwell’s Estate.” She replied and the driver nodded before driving into the streets.

“Are you certain?” "I wish I wasn't." My gaze never left Elana's face. Her breathing skipped, each breath shallower than the one before it. “Deadclaw was created generations ago.” Greyman said heavily. “It was never intended for ordinary wolves.” "What do you mean?" I asked him, holding her tight against me as I searched her eyes. “It was designed to kill those whose wolf genes remained dormant. Those the old world considered incomplete.” My jaw clenched. "Wolfless." Greyman sighed deeply before continuing. “The poison attacks slowly at first. It paralyzes the system, then enters the bloodstream and begins destroying every organ it reaches. Once it spreads completely, the victim begins cough

Entering the cafe, Claire stormed into the changing room. She was late, and she needed to be ready before Jenna showered her with scoldings. To keep the wolf from the door, Claire used to work a part-time job at a cafe that unfortunately belonged to the Kingsleys. Her little stunt with Adrian had snatched all her opportunities to get a job in the city and left her with the only option for survival: to accept the job Adrian offered her. He had literally caged her in his world.

Banished to a forgotten corner of the estate where no one would see her, no one would remember her, and most importantly, no one would question why Claire was openly acting as Luna. The stubborn bitch had refused to sign. Had the audacity to bring the elders into it, trying to back me into a corner. But I’d won anyway. Because she was gone now, locked away where she belonged. The sound of heels clicking on marble pulled me from my thoughts. I turned to see Claire entering through the main doors, her blue dress catching the afternoon light, pearl earrings glinting. She looked radiant, victorious even. But her expression shifted when she saw me. Her eyes went past me to the window, then back t

When she heard him coming, she looked up from the book and gave him a wave. “What happened? Not up for all the fun?” she asked and rested the book on her lap. Casey sat next to her and put his feet in the water as well. “I’m just still a little tired. I’m not sure where Klaire gets all of her energy from but she’s out enjoying her life to the fullest right about now.” “I’m surprised she let you go. Or did you sneak away?” “She let me leave. She has been a lot fairer lately.”

“Oh, i’m not good with hacking this type of shit. I think Ginger might help.” “i am?” Ginger asks from the kitchen with her mouth full of icecream. “Oh god thank you so much.” he says holding my hands. When we all go his house, they both go to the office room. While i was downstairs on my phone. After a while i hear the sound of a car engine getting louder and louder. That cant be Dalon’s mom, they arent even finished yet! i start to panic. Once Kyla parks her car she steps out. and might i say her dress was stunning. She looked amazing in that white dress.

He paced back and forth. Claire just rolled her eyes at him, then stopped his tirade. “Stop being dramatic and fucking listen. Yeah. I lied. Do you want to know why?” She raised her eyebrows then continued, not waiting for his response. “The rogues are after me. No one knows why or they do, and they aren’t telling me. Either way. I’m a danger if I’m around Mythicals. This was my last stop anyway for the summer, then we will be in Chicago away from the Mythicals I care about.” “That’s probably the most fucked up thing I’ve ever heard you say. Is that why you decided to leave the Mythicals behind? You think you’re a weakness? Claire…”