Outlander Fanfiction Claire And Jamie Novels & Stories

"I'm giving you a chance, don't be ungrateful!" Claire's eyes turn cold. "Let go," she says. "No, you listen to me—" Tim yanks her arm. Claire doesn't hesitate. She lifts her stiletto heel and stomps down with all her weight on his leather shoe. "ARGH!" Tim howls, his grip loosening as he bends forward in pain. Claire pushes him away, disgusted. "Security!" Claire shouts. Tim falls back, clutching his foot, face red with pain and humiliation.

“We’ve spoken to the family. Everything will be rectified quietly. The boy never wanted you in the first place; he was only being polite and wanted to save face.” Stepmother added, sugar-sweet, “You did your duty, Claire. You’ve tried your best. But a marriage needs… feeling. And Julie is ready now.” I stared at my plate. The rice had started looking like the pills I had to take when I miscarried. I said, very softly, “I lost a baby for this marriage.” The place was silent. No one said anything. Julie’s eyes held no emotion. She didn’t care about all this. Stepmother pressed her lips together the way she did when she was starting to get impatient.

“I refuse to watch Outlander three movie nights in a row. I want something different.” Tessa dropped the wine bag dramatically on the coffee table. “Excuse you,” she said, pulling out a bottle. “We are emotionally invested in Jamie and Claire now. You don’t just abandon them.” Isabella rolled her eyes. “I’m not abandoning them. I’m just… taking a break.”

“We should’ve been able to do something more. I should’ve done something. I should’ve seen what they were doing and stopped them sooner.” He reached across her for a tissue from the box and handed it to her as tears rolled down her face. “You couldn’t have done any more than you did. They were good at hiding it, and no rational person would immediately suspect their parents of starting a shifter hate movement with the objective of bombing out an entire community. “I’m just so sorry. It’s made things impossible between us.” He couldn’t hold back a growl as his wolf resisted the idea. Her eyes widened as he lunged forward, taking her hands in his. “It hasn’t ruined anything. I love you, Claire

His voice carries through the room like it owns the air. “One more thing you should know. Claire is my fiancée now. No one touches her. No one threatens her. No one contacts her. If any of you so much as think about coming near her again, you’ll deal with me. And Tyler?” Connor’s eyes lock on him with pure ice. “Kill the dream. Claire doesn’t want you back. She never did. She was just too loyal to see what a weak, lying piece of shit you really are.” The words hit like a slap. Tyler’s face goes white then red. My father looks like he might shift on the spot. The whole room feels like it’s about to explode.

Claire's POV I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I found myself back at Damien's dining room table, staring at the divorce papers lying between us. Even now, hours later, I could still see our signatures at the bottom of the page. Four years of marriage over. By the time the sun rose, I gave up trying to sleep. Olivia was already awake when I walked into the kitchen. She looked up from the coffee machine and smiled sadly before setting a mug in front of me.

Dad smirked “Ew, I’m not in love with Max. He’s a jerk “ How could I possibly be in love with a guy that has tortured me my entire life?. My parents must be crazy to think that, but now it all makes sense why Alpha said he knew I’d love to be Max’s mate. This is something that they all believe. “He’s a jerk to everyone but t- “ “Dad please “ I yelled. I’ve had about enough of this convo. “Claire I’m S-“ “Let’s just go home “ He smirked, which angered me further. Something tells me he was trying to push my buttons. “What are you doing?” I eyed him suspiciously as we walked to his car. “Your wolf seems to get stronger when you’re angry. “ “So you’re just gonna keep poking me until I shift and

***Clair's POV*** “You were happy? Happy that I was alive? You know what? I would rather not see you or hear whatever you have to say. Just Leave!” “Clair, please don't chase me away. You could attest to the fact that I came down all the way here for you.” “Why? Why did you come to me? I'm sure that Roxanne must be plotting my death right now, and you are trying to lead her here!” “No, I will never do that. Listen toe, Clair, I'm here for you and I want to help you,” he suddenly covered the distance between and reached for my hand. The moment our hands touched, my mate instantly screamed the words, “Mate!”

Claude, if you hadn't caught on yet. ** After tasking Claude with finding out who Jamie McLelland is, I sit on my couch at home on the second day of my reliable cousin sniffing out the information I need. Claire, thankfully, has gone home. She's the most insufferable millennial I have ever had the displeasure of fucking. She likes cuddling and talking about our dreams as if we both are blind to the fact that this entire relationship is a lie. For what lie? Claire doesn't know. She just knows how fake our companionship is. I'm sure Leslie finding out that Francesca isn't her real mother has changed things, but breaking up with Claire might cause a tidal wave with my father that will destroy w

I grumble a little as I get out of bed, already missing it the moment I leave it. I’m halfway through brushing my teeth when Clara knocks on my door, already in ripped jeans and a fluffy red sweater, her hair is up in a bun that looks like it’s holding itself together out of pity and she couldn’t brush it properly because of that same pity. “Come on, sleepyhead,” she says. “We’ve got a mountain of groceries to buy before Uncle, I mean your dad starts complaining about not having his turkey.” I level her with a glare. Jamie’s behind her, wearing an oversized denim jacket and pretending to scroll through her phone like she’s too cool to care. She’s barely 19 and is somehow more composed than I