Novel & Cerita Protecting You Claire Kingsley

said Claire then looked at Alonzo . " Also , sir !..........My job is to beat the rude people who mess with the people I am protecting . I don't beat anyone . Juts those who ask for it . " said Claire with a smile . " Your job ? What do you do ? " said Alonzo . " I am a bodyguard . " said Claire . " .........She used to be one . " said Edward with a smirk . " You know........if you don't talk people won't think you are mute . " said Claire looking at him with a forced smile .

"You can take a long vacation later. But right now, I need you." The assistant exchanged another glance with his wife before nodding. "Yes, Madam." "Good." Claire's expression softened slightly but the softness was reserved for her daughter and not him. "I need you to make sure no one gets near Eleanor. Someone tried to run a DNA test on us. Thankfully, I intercepted it before the results could get out. But I won’t take any more chances. That girl needs to be protected." "I understand, Madam," he assured her. "I'll take care of it."

“If they’re truly involved, Esther, Rochwall…they’ll all notice.” “Or they won’t,” Kylan squinted. “Only the king knows what the glasses are for, probably your…Fergus, too—but if I remember my dream correctly, Claire never mentioned anyone else knowing.” I lifted my brows, surprised. “She sounded really desperate, asking him for help as if everyone had shut her out already,” Kylan added. The corner of my lips tensed as I thought about Mom, Dad, and what lengths they had possibly gone through to keep me safe, only to end up killed in some rogue attack in the end.

“I’m done living like a rogue. I can’t go back, and I won’t survive long without protection. I keep running, but how long is it going to be before others get their hands on me, and how hard is it going to be for me to keep going around? I don’t want to think of such options for myself anymore. And I sure as hell don’t want to keep living on safe grounds to simply avoid getting caught in the middle of trouble.” He stared at me, saying nothing. The rain started then, slow, deliberate drops hitting the earth between us. “After everything you’ve done,” he said finally, his voice low, dangerous, “you come here asking for protection? Is this really your plan, Claire?” “Yes,” I said simply. “Becaus

“And I realize he’s instructed you about your past. Things Alex and Ethan don’t realize .” “How do you understand that?” I asked. “Because Damien’s been making plans for this for years,” Claire stated . “He’s been amassing dust on anyone linked to the Graysons, looking ahead to the right second to apply it. He desires to burn the whole lot down—and he doesn’t care who gets stuck inside the flames.” “What do you need me to do?” I asked. “I need you to protect him,” Claire stated firmly. “You have extra electricity than you assume, Anita. If you're taking control of this narrative, you may keep Damien from destroying the whole lot .”

he demanded, his beta instincts kicking in, hand already on his radio to alert the guards. "Clara was attacked," I snarled, laying her on the bed and wrapping her in dry blankets. "Pushed into the pool from behind. She didn't see who. Seal the grounds—find anyone suspicious. Alive. I want answers." Kai's face hardened, a growl rumbling in his throat. "On it. Perimeter's locked; they won't slip through." He vanished into the night, barking orders that echoed through the estate. Clara clutched my hand, her fingers cold but grip fierce. "Tae, don't go after them alone. It's a trap-the rogues... whoever it was must be one of them." Her voice trembled, but there was steel beneath, her wolf stirri

"It's better this way. I'm sorry, Claire… I wish—" "Bullshit," I snap, leaning forward. My injuries are screaming, but the shock of betrayal is louder. "I know this city, and I know your escape routes. Northwood leads to the estates. Whose estate, Cassie? Levi's? Did he send you a nice little payment to deliver me back to his 'protection'?" She slams her hand down on the gearshift, but she doesn't slow. "Don't be ridiculous. I am protecting you. You are exhausted, Claire. You are not thinking straight."

The door opened, and two bodyguards stepped out first, followed by Nick and Khloe. Clarice froze for a moment, her pupils constricting in surprise, but she quickly regained her usual arrogance. She waved off the bodyguards who moved instinctively to shield her and stepped in front of Khloe. "Khloe, what are you doing here?" Khloe smiled lightly. "I came to see you." Clarice's eyes darkened as she glanced at the few people following Khloe and Nick. Everyone present felt a chill run down their spines and quickly lowered their heads. Khloe knew her movements—she had clearly underestimated her opponent.

“Very well, Clara. We’ll keep this between us, and we’ll clear Irene out before she grows too bold.” Clara sagged with relief, her shoulders dropping. She reached out impulsively, gripping Lyana’s arm. “Thank you. If we act quickly, we can still protect Kieran. We can still protect ourselves.” Lyana looked at her, her expression unreadable. “Yes,” she said softly. “Protect ourselves.”

I said. “How?” she tried to keep her voice down. “Because this time it’s not fear.” She laughed sharply. “Oh? What is it then?” “Protection.” She stared at me like I’d just insulted her intelligence. “Protection from what? Aiden loving you?” “From what comes with it.” I stated. “Which is?” “Exposure.” That landed heavier than I expected. Claire’s anger softened slightly into something more calculating. “This is about Sofia.” she said.