Protecting You Claire Kingsley Novels & Stories

The only red she could see was one that mixed with oranges and yellows of the fire. “I’ll go slow from here. You’re safe.” Clara hummed a response, her chin resting on his right shoulder. Even though she was at ease he wouldn’t let her fall, she tightened her arms around his neck without a care if he’d choke. She still hadn’t gotten back to him for his horrible treatment of her. “I think we should go back. We should help them.” She stared straight into his eyes to which he instantly avoided. “We’re royals, Prince Alexander. Our job is to protect those people, not hide and run away from the danger. More than anyone, we have the power.”

We were walking towards a seating section next to a local coffee stand that was inside the shop and the guard was chasing us down, when Claire turned and had her palm lit up ready to strike. "I said stop!" The guard shouted again. "You need to pay for—" But that's all the guard managed to get out. Claire had killed to protect us. Protect me. "Claire!" I hissed. "You..." I was bewildered. "You...You just killed in the open. That could have exposed us." "We're already on the map anyway." She shrugged. "Doesn't make a difference to me. I'm protect all of us." She was right; we were. If the incident in Tucson wasn't bad coupled with the unwanted media exposure that came with it, then this would

“I’ll be quiet once I get an answer.” “Stop being so stubborn, Matt.” “For your own good? No way, Claire.” I tried to force the car door open. Even though I knew it wouldn’t open, at least I wasn’t just sitting there—which would only make my defenses crumble further. “The Claire I know never runs away from problems. She’s so brave in facing anything. Even if she’s not fully prepared, even if she’s not perfect, she’s not the kind of person who makes excuses to protect others.”

"I thought you should know. Since you'll be reporting to His Majesty tomorrow. If there's a potential threat in his household..." Clara looked up at me, and I saw calculation in her eyes. "You want me to tell Leon that his precious maid is suspicious?" "I want you to be aware. What you do with the information is your choice." I smiled. "But we both know how valuable it is to be the one who protects the king from threats. Even threats he doesn't see." Clara handed back the journal. "You're more cunning than you look, Lady Sierra." "I survive," I said simply. "Just like you. We're both women who've had to fight for every scrap of power we have. We understand each other."

Claire continues, as if she needs to get everything out before she loses her courage: “I already said I don’t like him. I already said I don’t want him here. And then I talked to Mom in the observatory. She explained about addiction, about the body taking time to unlearn things… I understood. But I still don’t want it.” Her voice trembles at the end, but she doesn’t cry. Not this time. I take her hand. “I remember our conversation, sweetheart. I remember everything you told me.” “So why is he still here?” she asks, looking straight at Declan now. “You promised you were going to make him leave.” Declan kneels in front of her, at her level. “I promised he wasn’t going to stay forever. And I ke

Blake was The Syrum Syndicate founder’s benefactor and has used them to protect them from harm. “Miss. Syrum, if I may be bold, but why didn’t you intervene when Steve took advantage of Claire?” Julie asked. “I’m in charge of keeping you out of danger here in Swanville and not intervening in your daily affairs, like stopping you from skipping town and enjoying yourself in Vegas or stopping a wife from having an extramarital affair. We only stepped in when the photographer was outside the residence.” Dynasty explained herself and her role. Claire was shocked that they had caught the photographer outside her home.

But all my efforts seemed to be going down the drain now with all the constant squabbles between us. "Hey!" I jolted out of my reverie when Claire snapped her fingers in my face. "Sorry. I zoned out." I said a little curtly. "I noticed." She gave me a cheeky grin. I joined her in the back of the vehicle whilst the driver and bodyguard stayed in front. Claire and I got talking and in no time I had learnt quite a lot about her. She was an only child, twenty five years old, single and new at Kingston Corp though she had been in LA since she finished from college. She was a makeshift artist when she wasn't doing tech and I found that quite impressive. I eventually promised to see some of her wor

she couldn't help responding to his claiming lips. The two were enveloped by heat inside the car, it was not tinted but they realized it later when a flash of light sparked outside, the university goddess who's got many stalkers were captured kissing Marcus Eastwood! "Oh sh*t we're caught!" Marcus panicked but Claire held out his cheeks and smiled at him. "Don't worry, I now have the courage to protect you because my family is Kingston's first!" Her eyes were flashing with pride and bravery, he was astonished by the sight of someone brave who likes him truly in her heart despite his status.

Claire said firmly, "Hudson sees Chloe as a means to undermine you. If we use her as part of the plan, we turn his strategy against him. It's the best way to catch him off guard." I paced the room, my mind racing. "But what if something goes wrong? What if Hudson realizes what we're doing? Chloe could get hurt." Claire stood up, her eyes blazing with determination. "You need to trust me, Aiden. We've thought this through. Chloe will be protected at all times. We have guards, we have surveillance. And more importantly, we have a plan." I stopped and faced her. "Claire, I can't risk her safety. She's too important to me."