Ash X Chloe Novels & Stories

Chloe sat back in her chair, a cold, calculating smirk returning to her pale lips. "When I initiated the asset liquidation protocol against the Apex Coalition," Chloe explained, her voice dropping into a brilliant, conspiratorial whisper, "I instructed the Amethyst System to force their eighty billion dollars through randomized cryptocurrency wash cycles to destroy the digital hashes." Chloe leaned closer, her pale eyes shining with absolute, undeniable genius.

"By the way, Chloe... some people from Ashland showed up at the community center looking for you. They didn't act like they'd ever seen you before, so I kept them at a distance for now." Ashland? The name rang a bell. That was the backwater town the Frostclaws had mentioned when they kicked her out. Chloe smirked, a thoughtful look in her eyes. "Next time they show up, just bring them in. They might actually be my biological family." Jordan's jaw dropped. "Your family?" He thought back to the group he'd seen—a squad of tall, lethal-looking men protecting a very powerful-looking old man. They looked like they belonged in a war room, not a "backwater town."

I was not sure if he knew that I was using him as a buffer and I did not care anyway for him to know. Since Axel had so generously given him to me, I would squeeze out every drop of usefulness I could get out of him before he was no longer mine. “You must be Killian and Asher,” I said when I got to their table. They shot to their feet and then paused when they saw me. “You mentioned that you were the future Luna of Everdeen,” Asher said. He was the more outspoken one, his expressions preventing him from being able to hide his thoughts. “I am,” I said. “Chloe Waterson. My fiance is Axel Everdeen.”

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

She turned and sprinted down the final flight of stairs toward the exit. Chloe has just committed the ultimate "face-slapping" moment against the city's most powerful man. She is out of the hotel and into the night, but she has left a very dangerous predator with a bruised ego and a bruised body. Xavier Grayson does not lose, and he certainly does not forgive a strike to his dignity.

I was unsettled and didn't appear to want to hear what he had to say. "She's dead, Chloe," he said briefly, and I was taken aback by what I heard. My heartbeat quickened, and my tears flowed once more. It was as if I was out of breath and didn't want to get caught up in what he was saying. My head shook. "No, that's not true. Axel, tell me where the hell she is! Tell me you're just lying!" I yelled as I approached him, barely shaking him. She can't be dead.

“Tell him he can’t do this to me! I was supposed to be Luna! I earned it! I deserve it!” The room was silent. No one met her eye. Chloe’s sob turned into an angry scream as she took a step toward me again. “This is her fault! She ruined everything!” She tried to lunge toward me, but Rowan raised his hand slightly, signaling Asher. “Gladly,” Asher muttered under his breath as he stepped forward and caught Chloe by the arms, holding her back as she flailed. “Let me go!” she shrieked, struggling against Asher’s grip. “She—she bewitched you! She made you do this!”

I turned, blinking in disbelief. Alex Blackwood, who had been lending me a listening ear, was now laughing. His hand pressed against his mouth, like he was trying to smother it, but the sound broke through anyway, sharp, piercing and wrong. “You’re laughing?” My voice cracked, broken by the shock. “What the hell is so funny?” He turned his head toward me, his smirk curling like smoke, his eyes gleaming cruel. “Tell me, Chloe. What kinds of positions did he make love to you in? You look like a doggy kind of girl.”

She had manipulated Dean first. But looking at her—broken, exhausted, hurting—I pushed my own anger down. This wasn’t the moment. There would be time for truth later. Right now she needed a place to collapse. “Come home,” I murmured again. “Face Mom. Let her explain everything. She’ll believe you. She believes me now. She’s different.” A small, shaky laugh left me. “We’re all different.” Chloe lifted her head slowly, her eyes swollen and wet. “But… Asher. He’s dead. And there’s no way Mom will believe I was defiled without Asher confessing the truth. No way she’ll think I wasn’t lying.”

Ashley walked out of his bedroom gathering the blooded bed sheet with her walking the whole corridor lowering her head in embarrassment as other maids were whispering something looking at her. She was very ashamed of her act but deep down she knew that she enjoyed it very much and hoped it to happen more frequently than she expected it to. The flashes of his soft and spicy kisses were lingering all over mind making pass down shiver her spine. His every thrust was reaching up to her heart, tickling it sweetly. Finally she reached at her room and saw that Chloe pacing in the room with worried expressions. “God, you came alive?” Chloe screamed nearly and run towards her and hugged her tightly.