What Does Jamie Call Claire In Outlander Novels & Stories

Not the woman who kissed him. Not the woman who shared his bed. Not the woman who let him tease and provoke her. Today, I was going as Claire—the mother of three children, the woman who had spent years navigating pain and disappointment, the woman who understood what it meant to survive. As strange as it sounded, that was the truth. “Do whatever you want,” Liam had said during our call. “I'm in my den. You know where that is, don't you?” I could practically picture him tilting his head as he spoke.

I jumped and hid behind Robert, peeking under my hoodie at the woman. "Hello, my dear. You must be MacKenzie." She gently spoke using my real name. I peeked at Robbie, wondering why he uncovered my disguise, "My name is Claire, and I am one of the elders in my pack." She smiled sweetly, "Something tells me we were bound to meet, my dear."

He missed Alice so much that it was like this, right? Claire closed her eyes and said in a mocking tone as Jason's kisses moved to her neck, "Have you forgotten that it was me, Claire, who kidnapped Alice, who killed your mother?" Jason's movements finally stopped. He sat half on top of her and glared at her. There was an unspoken expression of affection in his eyes. Claire opened her eyes and looked into the man's, "Look closely. I'm Claire, the bad Claire. Not Alice." "Shut up!" Jason suddenly threw out the word coldly, as if something was held back in his dull voice.

With a loud smack, Claire’s originally injured face immediately turned red. Adrianna chided, “Claire Assex, don’t think that I dare not fight back. If we were to get into a fight, you are no match for me even if there are two copies of you. Furthermore, I even have two men in my family, what about you? You have none in your family.” Claire said, “Who are two men in your family?” “One is my husband, Taylor Bellamy and the other is my son-in-law, Alex Rockefeller. Both of them are men!”

Arching her back, allowing me to grab one of her breasts and start to squeeze them as I hit deep in her. “Ohhh… Drake.” She moaned in pleasure as I increased my pace. With a final thrust, we both released our load hard. I fell back to her chest, not removing myself from her inside as I caught my breath. “Was this the reason you called me here? Or do you get distracted?” She asked. “You distracted me.” I said, finally pulling out of her. “So, what is it?” She asked. “Tell me, Claire never died right?” I asked her and she looked stunned. “What?” “Camila is Claire.”

She explained while almost crying. She was horrified. That explains why she acted like that a while back. Blaire’s real wife was really no good at all. “Don’t worry about that Maria, just be more careful next time. I don’t want you to get hurt as well.” She said and gave her a soft smile. “T-Thank you so much madame.” She said while bowing her head. “And don’t call me madame please. Just call me Claire.” “B-But madame---”

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

"Your life." Liam laughed, shaking his head. "You’re so dramatic, Blackwood." Claire couldn’t take it anymore. "Just tell us the truth, Liam!" For a flicker of a second, something shifted in his eyes. Then he exhaled, as if bored. "Fine. You want a name?" He leaned in, voice dropping. "Ava." The room spun. Claire’s heart slammed into her ribs. "No…" Liam’s smirk returned. "Oh, yes. Your darling stepsister isn’t finished ruining your life."

Ariadne wrapped her arms around Claire’s leg and eyed Jack suspiciously. “Who are you?” Ariadne asked from behind Claire’s leg. Jack squatted down to talk to her. He smiled seeing that she was the perfect combination of Morgan and Gavin. “I’m your … “Auntie.” Claire said to Jack, “I’m your Auntie’s...friend.” Jack smiled at her. “Friend uh.” Ariadne said coming out from behind Claire’s leg more. “Aye her friend.” Jack smiled, glancing up to Claire. “Is he really Auntie?” Ariadne said now out from behind Claire hands on her hips staring him down.

Caddaric assured her before saying to the woman who was still kneeling, “You took good care of her so we shall ensure your protection and compensate you. Claire, please ensure that she gets home safely and all her compensations are paid.” “Yes uncle,” Claire said, just as her phone rang. Bringing it out, her lips thinned and she smiled, muttering, “Just a minute uncle,” she said and walked out. Caddaric stared at Carson suspiciously and he later said, “Please don’t ask me. She danced with Lord Marvin throughout last night and that was the same smile she had,” he shrugged. Caddaric understood quite well and was about to say something when Claire returned and said, “I’ll take her now but I won