Beca And Chloe Novels & Stories

Chloe couldn’t help but widely keep her mouth ajar, that saliva almost drool out of her mouth. Director Chloe placed her hand on her chest. She inhaled softly and exhaled in the same manner. She loved people admiring her beauty and singing her appraisal, so she instantly fell for Ailee. She returned her phone bag to her bag and paced closer. She unintentionally stepped on Bastian’s toes and intentionally pushed Anna aside to stand beside Ailee. She held Ailee’s cheeks in her hands and beamed, looking at her in the eyes. “What’s your name, angel?” She inquired.

And just like that, everyone started to speculate about their relationship. While Aria is dressed decently yet with an edge, Chloe went all out. She is going to meet a lot of directors and CEOs today, and this is her time to attract them with her beauty. She picked out a baby pink tube dress that left her shoulders bare while showing a generous amount of her cleavage. The dress is short and reached only till her upper things. She left her hair loose and paired it with silver coloured high heels. She looked hot, the look she was going for. And just like she wanted to, she did attract the attention of the people who could sign her for their next project. Bruce accompanied her. He is seen weari

Chapter Three Aphrodite "There they are!" Phoebe exclaimed as we walked towards Bianca and Khloe, who were sitting on the bar stools, sipping their drinks and flirting with some guys. "Hey, Phoebe. You looked great and sexy," Khloe whispered the last part with a smirk. The redhead was dressed in a black net gown that reached up to her hips and completely exposed her cleavage. “Why, thank you!” Phoebe responded in a fake British accent.

Leo said smoothly, completely unbothered. The heavy oak doors clicked open, and Chloe marched into the room. She was the perfect picture of campus elite, wearing a tailored houndstooth trench coat, her dark hair pulled back into a flawless ponytail. But her expression wasn't celebratory. Her eyes darted instantly between Leo’s relaxed posture and Gia’s flushed cheeks, her brow knitting into a sharp, calculating line.

I was forty-four years old, a mother, and I had just swallowed my daughter’s boyfriend’s load like a desperate whore. The next morning Chloe bounced into the kitchen in her tiny shorts and tank top, kissing my cheek. “Morning, Mom! Kai and I are hitting the beach in an hour. You coming?” Kai strolled in right behind her, shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, that massive bulge already half-hard. His eyes locked on mine over her shoulder, dark and hungry. “Yeah, Bella,” he said, voice low and smooth. “You should come. I’d love to see you in another one of those bikinis.”

"Including Mason." "Well isn't this touching." The voice made us both freeze. Chloe Vance stood five feet away, arms crossed, eyes blazing. She looked perfect as always. Designer clothes, flawless makeup, the kind of girl who belonged on Julian's arm. The kind of girl I'd replaced. "Chloe." Julian's voice was flat. "What are you doing here?" "Watching my boyfriend make out with some random girl in the middle of campus." She looked at me, her smile sharp as a knife. "Oh wait. Not random. Elena Chen, right? The new charity case living in the Kingston mansion."

The voice and face may belong to Becca, but the way she smiles is weird and didn’t suit Becca. “Okay, but please don’t kill me,” Chloe muttered while bringing her hands slowly. Please disappear Please disappear Please disappear Chloe muttered to herself and finally, she’s about to touch Becca’s hands......

Answer like they’re chasing you. She smiled sweetly. “We’re not competing. We’re redefining. Beauty is no longer about just products, it’s about desire, power, and authenticity. And Chloe Luxe embodies all of that.” The cameras clicked faster. Some of the reporters exchanged impressed looks. Melinda and Diana swooped in behind her, their arms linked like queens surveying a kingdom. Zoe joined them, cheeky in a shimmering mini dress that caught every flash. Together, they made a formidable entourage. Even Chloe’s mother looked younger and prouder than Chloe had ever seen her.

I managed to say, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. Before he could say more, a voice interrupted. “Well, well. Isn’t this a lovely sight?” I turned to see Chloe and Hailey approaching, both wearing matching smirks. Chloe’s dress was a deep red, clinging to her figure in a way that was meant to draw attention, while Hailey’s was a pale pink, giving her an air of innocence that was anything but genuine. “Oliver,” Chloe purred, stepping closer to him. “You look dashing as always. And Elena… you’re almost unrecognizable. I hardly recognized you without your usual… disheveled appearance.”

“Oh my God, it’s Chloe De Silva and Bea Salvador,” “Is it surprising to see us together?” Bea asked lightly, amusement dancing in her voice. “It’s just, this is the first time,” one girl replied nervously. “You’re known as arch-enemies.” “Well, not today,” Chloe said coolly. “I couldn’t help overhearing. You were talking about the fiancée of the young leader of De Luna.” “Yes, we were just curious,” one admitted. “Who could be the lucky girl?” “Lucky?” Bea let out a soft, knowing laugh, glancing at Chloe.