Outlander Fanfiction Claire And Jamie Novels & Stories

It wouldn't be disappointing if I did, he was mine at first and I was getting back what was mine. ************* After six months of countless quarrels and breakups, I thought I had a chance. Jonathan was single once more and I decided to shoot my shot. “I think you have had enough to drink tonight,” I said, taking the glass of alcohol from Jonathan's hand. “Claire hates me, she doesn't want anything to do with me anymore, she keeps blaming me for all the scandals circulating,” Jonathan said. Well, I wouldn't blame her, I would too, I was also hurt when I heard about the rumor but you wouldn't know how I felt.

Despite her reservations about getting too close to anyone, she can't deny that she enjoyed spending time with him. Claire knows that she can't reveal the truth about her relationship with Nathan to anyone, but she can't help but feel grateful for the unexpected friendship she has formed with Harrison. As the night wears on and the other maids go to bed, Claire finds herself unable to sleep. She lies in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, lost in thought. She can't stop thinking about Harrison and the way he made her feel. For a moment, she allows herself to imagine a life where she can be open and honest with someone, where she can let her guard down and just be herself. But then she rememb

"But I won't marry you." "Oh. But what I want is for you to marry me," I said in a stern voice. "I can't get pregnant without a husband, Adam." I brought my hand to my mouth when I suddenly felt nauseous. "If I have to pay you just for you to marry me, I'd gladly do it. Just name your price." Adam looked at me as if I had grown horns on my head. "Fine. Ten million dollars, Claire." "Ten million? Consider it done," I answered just as I finally threw up my dinner in front of him.

The same man who had handed us a false diagnosis. The same man whose lies had helped break our marriage. Claire stopped outside the door, her hand resting on the handle. Through the glass, Ramon lifted his head and saw her. The detective stepped beside her. “Are you ready?” Claire didn’t answer. She simply looked through the glass— at the man who had changed everything. Then she opened the door, and stepped inside.

"I don't care whose fault it is. You're a mess, Alexandria. Fix your hair and try to act like you belong here. I have a merger to close." ​The rest of the night was a slow-motion car crash. I sat there, picking at a lobster thermidor that tasted like paint. ​I watched the way Jamie interacted with people. He was brilliant. He could charm a room with a single sentence, pivoting from politics to economics with a grace that was terrifying. But when his gaze accidentally fell on me, the glint in his eyes disappeared. ​It was a special kind of torture to be loved by everyone and hated by your husband.

"We're investigating who could have done such an awful thing." My mind whirled in response. I knew that a pack as powerful as ShadowClaw had enemies. What sort of a person would go so far as to set fire to their home? "And there's other news," Jessica continued tentatively. "ShadowClaw is considering an alliance with Alpha Romero's pack. But the condition for an alliance is that Arthur marries Catherine."

That had to count for something. I straightened my shoulders, forced a shaky smile for Aiden’s sake, and reached for Maya’s hand. “Let’s just… finish and get out of here.” We walked out together. My heart still thundered, but I held my head high. I told myself he wouldn’t notice. That we could slip out unnoticed and this nightmare would stay just that—a nightmare. But then I heard it. “Claire?” That voice. Low. Familiar. A voice that had once promised me forever—and then ripped everything away.

Claire with puffy eyes and tears in her eyes looked at Auntie and Uncle Damian. "I'm not lying, Uncle, Aunty! Damian likes her! He loves her! So, what does he think of me? If Damian doesn't love me, I'd rather die!" Claire ran over and broke one of the vases in Damian's house, and in a flash she tore his veins with the shard. "Oh my God! You're hurt, kid! Don't go crazy like this! Damian loves you! And he's still going to marry her! Trust Auntie! Don't you, Damian?" Auntie stared at Damian.

As I passed the restroom, I encountered Claire coming out. I pretended not to see her and continued on, but Claire sneered, "You really have your way to manipulate the Dalton uncles and nephews. Impressive." I turned to see the envy in Claire's eyes and smirked. "If you're so jealous, why not take a photo like that yourself? But I doubt Mr. Dalton would give you the chance." Claire's face turned livid with anger. "I wouldn't do something as disgusting as cheating on my husband to attract other men. Can't Esmond satisfy you?"

Granted, I don’t want Vera to know about my feelings for her ‘cause it'll make her want to be my girlfriend which will complicate things, still, I can’t stop feeling guilty knowing she saw Claire kissing me back at the house. I only wanted to apologize for my rash words from days before ‘cause I’ve not been around since. It’s being emergency meeting here and there. So I came this morning to patch things up with her only for Claire to call and remind me of my promise to accompany her to their family's reunion. Mr. Oliver wants to unite his legitimate children and the illegitimate ones. The old man is just acting like he's numbering his days. As a result, Claire wants me to be her partner. I w