Perfect Illusion Claudia Tan Novels & Stories

“Inner peace? Adjust their approach? With our kids? He’ll be eaten alive.” Anne laughs. “By breakfast time.” The next candidate glides in, and she’s impossible to miss. Claudia is tall, curvy, with platinum blond hair. Her crimson dress hugs every inch of her body like it was painted on. Her stilettos click against the wooden floor, and her smile is almost as dazzling as her cleavage, both aimed squarely at me. “Mr. Brennan,” Claudia purrs, extending a perfectly manicured hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Especially when Adrian’s justification for his actions and accusations lack proof. Just because I gave him access to Lila doesn't mean I'll let him control who enters my life. I'll have to set some boundaries with him. Claudia parades into the courtroom, her perfume filling the air, and as usual, she dresses in a way that one would think she was meeting a high official and not stirring trouble in a courtroom. Hiding all her bitter self beneath all the fancy clothing and jewelry. But she can't fool me. Even layers of her expensive makeup can't hide who she truly is. A manipulative mother who hates when things don't go her way.

The air around me felt thick and suffocating, as if the weight of the secrets was heavy for me to bear. Just as I was lost in her thoughts, the sharp click of high heels echoed through the floor tiles. I looked up to see Claudia standing by the doorside, her eyes glinting with a mixture of irritation and triumph. She dressed just like a model, Claudia walked into the room like she owned it, her every movement was deliberate and I know she is someone who likes trouble. "You are here stupid pregnant lady," Claudia said, her voice dripping with falseness and boldness. "I've been looking for you, I don't know you are, lazy ex wife"

“Look, boss! Those ladies are so fine; they are way hotter than the others. They’re even prettier than the fairies in our sect!” “Oh dang. You don’t say? I didn’t really notice them before, but I hope they are really as hot as they look now when we look up close. Are all Wasteland women such beauties?” Their excitement was in a way justified, as every woman who showed up was beautiful in their own right. Some might even say that they harbored ethereal appearances. Claudia, for instance, looked cold and distant, but this only made her seem extraordinarily elegant as if she were a bard.

Claudia answered. I who heard that immediately choked and coughed. I wanted to laugh. Why did Claudia think like this? "Claudia, I think, I think you're a victim of a horror film," I said mockingly. I pounded my chest slowly, holding back the tightness from coughing. Claudia did not accept my statement. She grabbed my shoulders. "Maria, I'm sure Grisella's spirit will come and deliver her last message to us, even though she is just a woman with dreams," Claudia said again.

The place before it was an old cafe, with the dust on the windows, and the sign just hanging. Figures were moving inside. Just one, I realized. Claudia. I took a deep breath. “You can do this,” I whispered. Fake courage is still courage if no one sees it cracking. I pushed the door open. It squeaked very much, as though the world itself were telling me to come back. Claudia was close to the counter, impeccable as ever. Perfect hair, perfect dress, perfect disgust in her eyes. “Well,” she said with a faint smile. “The infamous Stella in the flesh. I half expected you to run and hide.”

It’s a bright shop, and the guy behind the counter immediately grins at Claudia, “Hey, Queen!” He’s as camp as a row of tents; he’s a magnificent colour explosion of tie dye and denim. “Hey, Spencer.” Claudia gives him exaggerated European kisses on his cheeks, and they squeal at each other for a moment, they each take some time to compliment the other’s outfit, and then he gets serious. “So, why are we here?” Claudia brings him over to Eliza, “We need a backless bra that will actually support her wonderful tits.” Claudia wafts her hands in their direction and Eliza smirks,

Lucien leaned back in his chair, cock thick and aching in his pants as he watched them kneel and tremble at his feet. Perfectly broken. Perfectly his. And somewhere deep inside the body that was no longer fully his own, Cassian could only watch in silent, horrified, aching horror… as the pleasure of surrender began to feel far too good.

he muttered. His voice was cold. “About time,” Noah said under his breath. Trevor didn’t reply. He simply walked upstairs. Maybe it was time to end whatever arrangement he had with Bianca. For good. ~ The Next Day ~ Claudia stood in front of the mirror. Again for the third time. She adjusted her outfit, tilting her head slightly as she examined her reflection. A pair of fitted black denim trousers, a soft purple sweater, and black boots. Her makeup matched perfectly — purple eyeshadow, purple lip gloss.

I said “Wait” she said before adjusting my necklace “Perfect, now you can” she said When I looked in the mirror, I couldn't recognize myself, my hair was curled, my eyebrows looked perfect, my eyelashes were fixed nicely, and my lipstick was shiny red. I wore a gold and black off-the-shoulder dress that stopped at my knee, with glass heels, a diamond necklace, and earrings that match my bracelet. “Not bad Jasmine” I said “Not bad, seriously”