Ash And Chloe Novels & Stories

Abort mission, abort mission. "Uh— uh—" "Yeah, Brayden? This should be good. I want to sleep." Chloe doesn't even sound sleepy. "Um, yeah." I coughed. "Look— um, I want to talk about Ashton." Chloe gave a big sigh. "Look, I know the both of you had a bad history. You guys had a conflict. But... I still like Ashton. A lot." Well one, ouch. Two, ouch. Three, ouch.

Ash’s POV The roar of the clubhouse hit me before I even turned off my engine. Laughter, shouts and the sound of bottles clinking rent the air and for a moment, I wonder how they could easily fall back into their normal lives less than twelve hours after an attack. It was chaos the way I remembered it, but somehow louder and more… non challant. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat. A few brothers cheered when they saw me, others nodded, their eyes sharp, reading me like they weren’t sure what version of Ash had come back.

Chloe’s cheerful voice filled the car as Natalie slipped into the back seat of her waiting black Mercedes. A warm smile spread across Natalie’s face. “Yes, sweetheart. I’ll be home soon. Did you have fun with Aunt Lisa today?” “Yes! We baked cookies, and she let me help mix the batter! But I miss you.” Natalie’s heart clenched. Chloe was her world, the one thing in her life that remained pure, untouched by betrayal or ambition. “I miss you too, baby. I’ll tuck you in tonight, okay?” “Okay! Love you, Mommy!”

"Lucian?" Chloe stepped into the pew, her fragile frame wrapped in a dark velvet coat. She looked pale, her hazel eyes glistening with fresh tears, her delicate face twisted into a look of profound, gentle sorrow. She had stayed in the background throughout the entire service, kept away from the primary cameras by my direct orders to security. She slid onto the polished bench beside me, the faint scent of floral perfume invading the space between us. "The cars are waiting outside," Chloe whispered softly, her trembling voice dripping with sweet, tragic sympathy. "Everyone is gone, Lucian. You've been sitting here for three hours... Please, you need to come home."

“How many people have that level of clearance?” “Fewer than twenty.” “And how many of them are still inside the estate?” “Seventeen.” She went silent. Vance watched her carefully. “What?” She shook her head. “Nothing.” “Clara.” “I just realized something.” “What?” “The messages.” She pointed at the chip. “If the person has been communicating with the Syndicate for three weeks, they knew about Operation Ashfall before it happened.” Vance’s expression hardened. “That’s what I’m thinking.” “Then Torin wasn’t working alone.”

"What are you going to do, Chloe?" I shrugged, feeling lost and overwhelmed. "I don't know, Ash. But surely I will figure things out." Ashley nodded, her eyes brimming with sympathy. "Well, whatever you decide, I'm here for you, okay?" "Thanks, Ashley," I said. Ashley nodded. "Okay, Chloe. Just promise me you'll be careful, alright? I promise, Ashley. And thank you for always looking out for me." Ashley then came and sat beside me on the bed. She looked at me with a curious expression, like she was about to share some big secret. "Hey, Ma Chloe," she said softly, "do you... do you want to know about Claire?"

I nodded, forcing a smile to my own face. I remembered Kanyon from well over a year ago. We had never been friends, but we hadn't been enemies either. Simply two people who had very different friend groups. Kanyon had completely changed over the years. Braces came off and muscles replaced the acne. I couldn't stop myself when my eyes flickered over to where Asher was standing. My blood turned hot in my veins, chafing uncomfortably. Alpha Asher was fighting Chelsea. I could hear her obnoxious giggles as she tried to throw a punch at Alpha Asher, only to have him block it and yank her forward. He was being unnecessarily gentle with her, only fueling my anger.

And somewhere out there, Asher was searching—unaware of how much had changed. How much Chloe had changed. ```