Novel Claires Novels & Stories

Claire was still very much worried about the kidnappers. She placed her chin on her hand, wondering why she would be a threat to someone. “It couldn't be a coincidence; it looked like they were waiting for me,” she thought cautiously. Claire pushed back into her bed, inhaling the sweet cinnamon scent of her room. Her room was her safe haven, a four-walled heaven she had built over the years. She would do anything to always return to this sanctuary. Deciding to distract herself, Claire turned to her novel project. She eagerly opened her glitter-covered notebook and got lost in thought, trying to include a new character in the story.

"Seems like there were complications. And she want to have a talk with you “ The word hit like ice water down my spine. Complications? I am certain clair could hear everything and I panicked, shifting my gaze to the bed and there she stood, her eyes bloodshot , covered in brutal pain. My entire body went still. And my wolf froze, then snarled so loud I thought the room would shake. My arms tightened around Clair for one second, one possessive, desperate second, as if I could shield her from the words before they reached her ears. “I want to see her” She sobbed and Then I let her go. She stumbled back, the color draining from her beautiful face until she was as pale as the moon. “Nothing shou

Oh, it's not a flower, it's Sharon shaking my hand. Sharon stammers to comfort me, 'Don't be afraid, miss! I'll protect you! Protect me with what? Your trembling hand? It's all right, Sharon, we're just going for a cup of tea...' I don't believe it myself. Clara is not the type of person to defend any kind of sisterhood. Whenever she appears in a novel, there is bound to be a storm. But perhaps because the novel's main point of view is Katrina's, every argument only tells us the end, not the cause, so I can't tell what's causing Claire's anger. It seems I can only grope my way through the afternoon.

she asked, her voice tight, like it was caught in her throat. It clicked then. Of course. She didn’t know who Claire was. I hadn't introduced Claire to her. I exhaled, rubbing a hand across the back of my neck. “Hilary,” I said carefully, “this is Clare. Our new chef from the Bennett mansion, Regina specially picked her.” The confusion on her face deepened, but I pressed on, wanting her to understand. “Trust me, she’s good. You don’t have to starve yourself anymore in the name of being busy. You can eat as much as you want every single day now.”

Ethan looked at her in surprise. "You can understand it?" Claire hesitated before mumbling. “I only understand a little." She had majored in computer science and had worked at a large Internet company since graduation. Although she hadn't been involved in game development specifically, she was still familiar with coding. Under Ethan's probing gaze, Claire chose to avoid the topic. "I'll go cook," she said quickly. Ethan immediately stood up. “I'lI cook." Claire pressed him back into his chair. "You keep working. I'll cook."

[The first part of this chapter has been added to bring cohesion to the story, so even if you did not read the sexy scenes, it would still be okay. Skip the first 3 paragraphs if you read the R18 pages.] Clara was taking control and was kissing him like she was on a mission. She wanted Baz to know that she was ready wherever this may lead them.

Klair says. "Can I keep this?" I ask with tears in my eyes. "Of course dear " Klair says back squeezing my forearm. I see a photo of what looks like a little Michael holding a baby. "Is that Michael holding one of his brothers?" I say smiling. "No honey that's you." Klair responds. "Oh look here is one of you, Clarissa, Michael, Remy and Shade." Klair says with a sad smile. "Clarissa?" I say questioning eyes. "Yes, Clarissa was my niece. She died with the pack." Klair says with a tear slipping down her cheek.

The newest post from clarenton secrets reads, “Looks like Genny Williams, the belle of Clarenton, has finally exited her shell. The hermit’s out and on the town.” Below the text, there’s a picture of Claire and me at the park in New York City, a picture of us outside the boutique, and one from that night, at Jake’s posh townhouse. “Wow, bitch is thorough. We have to get her,” Cas sneers. “Or him,” LeAnn offers. Right. The suspect pool just got larger. “Mmm, let’s get him,” Claire groans. She got pretty fucking wasted… “We need to start from the beginning,” I state. They all crowd around me. It’s like one of those brain building activities—I’m the big circle in the middle, and they’re my bran

When he arrived near the house, Claire with quickly opened the car's door and entered the small metal house that was on the painting beside the door. When she is inside, she starts activating Jimmy's laptop which is lying on the table and after it was on, she looks for something from a search site. She really stuck in there until some guy come in to the room. "Hurry up ..." muttered Claire tapping her finger on the table waiting for an account to emerge that she used to use before migrating to London due to her previous case ..

He stopped directly in front of her, leaving only a single step of distance between them. "Are you looking for an extra dowry, my wife?" Julian asked in a low tone that carried a hint of both mockery and flirtation. Claire quickly placed the watch back into the safe with trembling hands. "It is not like that. I was looking for a reference book for my university assignment. I accidentally touched this shelf and the door opened on its own." Julian arched an eyebrow. He glanced at the USB drive still gripped in Claire’s left hand. "Looking for a book with a USB in your hand? Were you trying to physically d******d the contents?"