Beca And Chloe Novels & Stories

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."

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

I heard my daughter say and I turned away from the glow of purple eyes. "My closest men, Delmar and Calypso will stay." The two men who came with us stepped forward and bowed their heads to my daughter, "Princess Chloe, it is a pleasure to serve you." Calypso, a dark skinned man who was tall and well muscled. His white shirt strained against his muscles as he moved. "Please, call me Clo." She smiled

Chloe Montclair I watched my friend burst into heavy laughter without stopping. She looked like someone who has lost it. "Did you... Did you just say I tell Ken to cancel the meeting? Are you crazy, Chloe!! Are you sure you're human at all because I don't understand you anymore. You're privileged to meet with the president and his wife! Not only that, you will be dining with them but because of your stupidity, you want to throw all that opportunity away." "Look, you better don't annoy me. Get your big ass up now and follow me home. I'm dressing you up myself."

Chloe is 19 and very gorgeous, as in the Miss America peagent type. "Hey mom, have you seen my black pumps?" Chloe asked as she entered the kitchen. she was in a high waisted skirt and crop top sweatshirt that hung half way off the shoulders. She looked at me and face palmed. "Staz your not really gonna wear that are you?" She questioned.

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......

“They said they could, um, take turns.” “So, you want to be able to take both of them inside of you at the same time?” Chloe asked. “Am I understanding that right?” “Yeah,” the girl bit her lip. “I thought that since you have two mates too, you could help me figure it out.” “Holy furballs, I’m going to get some popcorn,” Winnie stood up with a disgusted face. “Let’s go,” he snapped his fingers at Beau. “Why me?” Beau said reluctantly. “I want to stay and listen to the, uh, previews,” he lied, sneaking a glance at the girls.

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.