Romans & histoires Always Only You Chloe Liese

She moved like a predator closing in on wounded prey. "Hey guys, I’m back with Athena Cole!" Chloe announced to her livestream, her voice pitched at an aggressive, upbeat register. "So, Athena, the cheating rumors were totally dropped this morning. Care to give us an exclusive on how it feels to get cleared by the board, or are you still giving very much guilty vibes?" I stepped left to bypass her, but the camera followed my movement with predatory speed. Chloe blocked my path again, her expression hungry for a reaction, her thumb hovering over the ‘share’ button.

"Hey, Patty! Get us some drinks over here, will you?" Patty nodded, and answered with a small bow. "Coming right up, ma'am" Loo turned back to Chloe, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "So, tell me, Chloe, what's your relationship with Cynthia?" Chloe hesitated, her eyes darting around the club before settling back on Loo. "We're just friends," she lied, her voice barely above a whisper. Loo's eyes flashed with slow anger, her voice dripping with disbelief. "Just friends? And you were wrapped up, kissing each other? Don't you dare lie to me, Chloe."

Chloe repeated the question inwardly, contemplating her next move. "Nothing, Ollie. Just give us a moment," Chloe replied, her voice firm yet filled with a hint of vulnerability. Ignoring the ongoing interviews and media frenzy, Max steadily made his way toward Chloe. From her vantage point, she looked like a vision of a fairytale princess, radiating beauty and grace. To Max, Chloe was nothing short of drop-dead gorgeous, and at that moment, he saw himself as her knight in shining armor. Chloe's expression remained stoic, her emotions carefully guarded. Max knew this was his chance to reveal the truth, to seize the opportunity to explain everything to her.

"That is not what I said! But what alternative do we possess if even modern medicine cannot force a pregnancy within this shrinking window?!" Abruptly, Chloe’s screams ceased. She collapsed heavily onto the cold hardwood floor, sinking amidst the jagged fragments of the shattered vase, staring blankly at the sterile white wall before her. Her ragged weeping suddenly dissolved, replaced by a suffocating, menacing silence. Slowly, Chloe rose from the floor, entirely oblivious to the shards of glass grazing her bare skin. She took slow, calculated strides toward Liam, who was leaning heavily against the desk with a completely defeated expression. Chloe anchored a sharp, intense gaze directly in

Standing on the threshold was Chloe. She looked effortlessly gorgeous, wearing a cropped light-wash denim jacket, high-waisted white trousers, and a pair of oversized designer sunglasses pushed up into her bouncy, voluminous blonde hair. She was holding a brown paper bag from a high-end Upper West Side bakery in one hand and her sleek leather purse in the other. Chloe was Liam’s girlfriend—and she was one of only three people on the entire planet who knew that this high-profile sports romance was a completely fabricated, legally binding corporate facade.

"It's not my fault!" Chloe snapped, her voice cracking with a sudden, raw emotion as she stood up from the sofa to face me, her eyes glistening with angry tears. "It is not my fault that I am actively searching for true love, Tyler! I want what everyone wants. I want someone to care for me. Is it a crime to want a real partnership?"

Ela started to see series of events through Black's eyes. Others might see it white, but in her eyes, it was like a mirror of memories. He also heard Black's voice telling her to stay calm and just watch. "Is she the only one among us who didn't experience weird changes?" Flute asked, referring to Ela. It was the day when everything started to change. "Camouflage. I think that's my ability." Yuri shared and didn't dare to say more. Instead, she asked Flute. "What about you?"

The elevator doors slide shut. Quiet returns. But it doesn’t feel empty. His scent still stays behind. I exhale slowly. Once. And only one thought refuses to leave my head. Sia. That infuriating bastard

And all I need is to be struck By your electric love. -Electric Love, Børns Chloe's POV I know I am hammered. I lost count of how many bottles, cups and different kinds of alcohol I drank tonight. I just downed whatever they handed to me and whatever I can get my hands on. If it wasn't for Mason's arm wrapped around my waist for support. I would've been faced down lying on the floor. This is the drunkest I've ever been in my entire life.

''What do you want to watch, princes? ''We can watch whatever you guys want. I don't mind.'' ''Well if that's it...'' Lewis says getting the remote from Adrian ''we are watching 'The Exorcist'. '' he says putting the movie on tv. I started eating my burger and fries. It's been a long time since I have eaten this, and to be honest, my taste buds felt like they were in heaven. The movie had started, and I tried to keep my focus there.