Ash X Chloe Novels & Stories

“Why did you refuse to sue? Why were you and your friends running after her? What did you whisper to her in the hallway before she walked out with her friend? And finally, were you and Cornell fighting over her or not before she stepped in?” Xena fired the questions one after another. Wait. Cornell? She knew Cornell? I thought as much. She must have flirted with him. “Answer these, then I’ll take my leave. I’m also the leader of my cheerleading team, so I have just as much right to rest.” Asher tucked both hands into his pockets and stepped closer to her slowly. Was he going to kiss her? I didn’t hear anything for about a minute before Xena stepped back with a chuckle.

Drove them back toward the city, toward the penthouse, toward whatever came next. But he kept her hand in his. And she let him. And somewhere over the Atlantic, Xavian Thorne watched clouds through a plane window and tried to remember who he was before he learned to love people who couldn't love him back.

She also apologized to me on the stream, saying she had neglected me and asking me not to be angry. That reversal stunned Rowan’s fans. The same people who had been attacking me immediately flooded into the livestream to question Nina. "If you are Ash’s girlfriend, then why did you give Rowan flowers on the night the league was won?" Nina lowered her gaze and spoke clearly, word by word. "Giving Rowan flowers was part of our ruse to hype a CP." After saying that, she added, "I know I was terribly wrong, so heaven punished me by taking away the boyfriend who loved me most. I'm sorry to everyone, especially to Ash."

"Exactly. Now that I think about it, those two sides probably have some kind of dispute. They've been playing us for fools." Seeing public opinion start to shift, Bianca's eyes darted around. She curled her lips, her tone dripping with fake sweetness. "Chloe, you knew that couple, didn't you? Your whole family planned this so perfectly." Maverick chimed in as if everything just clicked. "Babe, you're so smart. I've seen them meeting up suspiciously several times before. They've been caught red-handed, but they'll never admit it." They were just making things up as they went.

I shouted, dodging the advance of a third soldier. “Don’t get distracted, outcast!” Chloe’s shrill voice echoed from behind the purple smoke. She had emerged from the shadows of the medical corridor, her hands marked with that dark rune from the Dead Lands, her eyes burning with a mad envy as she looked at my royal attire. Chloe carried no swords; instead, she held a black crystal vial containing mystical poison, which she intended to hurl directly at my face.

Elise rubbed Logan’s chest. “Don’t be mad, Logan. She doesn’t want to come out of hiding, so we should just go ahead and cremate her father. “Since she refuses to show up, let’s make sure she doesn’t get a chance to see him again.” Logan shifted his attention back to Charles’ body. It took a while before he said, “Alright.” I smiled cynically. It turned out that resentment could run deep. As Charles was pushed into the incinerator, Logan filmed the entire process and put it up on my social media page.

"Look at her! She’s not moving! I am not leaving her here! You can leave without me if you're that terrified of getting in trouble, but I am not moving an inch!" Mark blinked at me, completely stunned. He took a step back, looking around the rapidly empty building, Jaxon and Kane were already slipping out through the back doors, completely abandoning the disaster they had created. I rushed down to where Chloe lay. "Hey! Wake up, open your eyes! Please, wake up!" I cried, my hands trembling as I reached out and gently gripped her shoulders. I shook her slightly, desperate for any sign of life, any flutter of her eyelids. Her face was deathly pale, her skin cold to the touch.

Chloe Bennett is standing at the altar in a small Brooklyn church ready to marry a stranger to save her family gallery. She believes the groom is a seventy year old investor. She is wrong. When the veil is lifted it is Alexander Knight. The coldest billionaire in Manhattan. The same man who destroyed her father five years ago and vanished. The contract is simple. One year as his wife. Live in his penthouse. Wear his ring. Pretend to love him in public. In return he clears every debt her family owes. But Alexander does not want a pretend wife. He wants obedience. He wants possession. He wants revenge for a secret Chloe knows nothing about. Chloe despises him and he knows it. That only ma

It was as though he was a rock deeply buried in the ground. “I won’t warn you again, Manager. You have no noble blood in you; it would be a total waste to kill you.” Chloe snarled, showcasing her dirty teeth, but Asher refused to listen. “Very well.” Chloe sighed, and then she waved her hand, and a heavy force pushed Asher out of the way. “I won’t be merciful next time.” She scoffed at Asher, who was lying still on the floor. I thought he was dead, and the moment I saw him move his legs, I sighed in relief.

I asked. She nodded her head as I climbed off her to get my phone. I laid down beside her and started to show her off the photos I had. I even showed her some videos of having fun, one of the videos was of Charlotte getting her heart scar on her back. The video was a long one as it took a while and a lot of cigarettes to get the finished product. By the time the video finished the girl was white as a sheet. I laughed as I climbed on top of her and started to fuck her dry pussy.