Ash X Chloe Novels & Stories

I run a thumb over the sticker on the back of the phone with a word 'Chloe' on it. I chuckled. "Hello, Blondie.' A/N: Welcome to the world of Chloe and Mason! Thank you for making the decision to start this book, it means a lot to me.

This is what she always wanted, name and fame. "Chloe, your ticket to Nepolis is confirmed" Chloe's manager and assistant informed her. Chloe smiled arrogantly. "Asher Morrison, I am coming back for you" she announced loudly. She knows that Asher is still single, as Asher didn't announce his contract marriage with Aria to anyone. Chloe is under the impression that he is waiting for her, just like she asked him to wait. In these three years, she never once contacted him. She was so confident that he would wait for her, because she feels like men like beautiful and successful women like her.

But deep down, he knew that the truth, when it finally came to light, might be more than he was prepared to handle. The next morning, Chloe decided to visit Alex. She dressed meticulously, knowing that her appearance would speak volumes. Chloe believed that her presence alone commanded attention and respect, and today was no exception. She wore a sleek, figure-hugging dress, her hair styled to perfection. As she approached the house, her heart pounded with anticipation. The massive estate loomed ahead, its grandeur a testament to Alexander’s wealth and status. It was a place Chloe had always considered her own, even though she knew she was nothing more than an outsider in this world.

Rosa didn’t laugh but her lips curled up smiling at their childish behavior. “You! Do you want to kill me or do you want me to kill you???” After Jess realizes what happened, she pounced on Cooper, grabs his collar, and shakes it. She was trying so hard not to punch this silly guy right now. “If I was her, I already punch him hard.” Chloe said after she had done laughing. “Honey. You will punch me hard too?” Austin, Chole's husband asks her. Chloe shakes her head helplessly. “No. I will not use my fist with you. I know you will not be hurt by it but mine will.”

Chloe’s cruelty, his daughter’s near death, the lies on television—it all converged into one truth. Chloe had crossed the final line. A slow clap echoed in the hallway. Ares turned sharply, his eyes narrowing. Chloe strolled toward him in her short dress, makeup flawless, her wine glass still in hand as though she had walked straight out of a party. “Well, well,” she drawled, her smile sharp as glass. “I heard there was…an accident.” Ares’s blood roared in his ears. His hands curled into fists. “An accident?” His voice was low, deadly.

Let her stew. “Glad you could make it,” Chloe said, sliding into the seat across from Ashley. “You looked like you could use a little guidance.” Ashley shot her a glare but didn’t respond. She wasn’t here to play games—at least, not Chloe’s. “I want that lady out of Mason’s life. Permanently.” Chloe leaned back, folding her arms across her chest as a sly smile spread across her face. “Funny. I want the same thing. Ava cost me something very dear, and I’d love nothing more than to see her suffer.”

Today he is noticing it more than ever. While Aria was helping him, Chloe entered his cabin without knocking. When she saw Asher and Aria together, she became angry. "Ms. White, what the hell are you doing? Step away from my boyfriend" she snapped at Aria who immediately took a few steps back and away from Asher. As the super model, Chloe is very arrogant. She is so angry, that she stormed towards Aria and raised her hand to slap her hard across her face. But before Chloe could touch Aria, Asher grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

Eleanor gave him a last look, her expression unreadable, then turned and left with Isabella and Calvin following. Victor turned to Raymond. We've gained some time. That's all this outcome means. Raymond nodded. We need to use this time wisely. Across the city, Chloe stepped out of a sleek black car and entered the Ashford family's private medical center. The building oozed luxury; marble floors gleamed under soft lights, creating a serene atmosphere. A friendly nurse welcomed Chloe and guided her down a peaceful hallway.

For the first time in years— They fight like wolves again. The warehouse erupts into chaos. Gunfire. Snarling. Metal crates crashing across the floor. Blood. And through it all— I feel Nyxara beside me. Still. Watching. Calculating. I grab her wrist again. She looks up at me with clear annoyance. “What are you doing?” “Keeping you here.” “You’re impossible.” “You’re not leaving.” Her eyes flash. “Watch me.” I lean closer. My voice drops low. “Not tonight.” Before she can respond—

I just shove past him, grinding to a halt when I reach the last room on the left; the one Clint claimed as his man-cave. I swear my heart ceases to beat for a few moments as I take in the sight before me. Chase is standing over Clint, pinning him to the wall by a fistful of his shirt and beating the living daylights out of him while Brock stands aside, just looking on and not lifting a finger to intervene. Clint is bloody, crying, begging for Chase to stop, but he’s unyielding, punching at his face and chest and ribs, blood spurting and bones crunching. All I can do is watch in horror as Chase throws Clint’s limp body to the ground, delivering a swift kick to his ribs that has him wheezing a