Beca Chloe Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

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......

Her eyes darted from Lisa’s face to the floor as though caught doing something wrong. “Chloe?” Lisa called softly, trying not to alarm her. “What are you doing here?” The girl’s hands trembled. She shifted the mop nervously and stammered, “I… I… I want to… to speak with madam.” Lisa frowned but stepped aside, gesturing for her to enter. “Come in,” she said gently, closing the door behind her. Chloe, barely twenty, looked like a child caught between guilt and fear. She walked straight to where Bella was seated on the edge of the bed. Without a word, she dropped to her knees, her eyes filling with tears.

Rhea frowned slightly. “it’s not that big of deal. They’re just at the edge of the woods.” Chloe pulled her legs out of the water and began to dry them with a cloth. “Wanna go see them? We could even take a few back to the pack house. I’ll see if I can find some seeds to plant.” Rhea was hesitant. “But you don’t seem like a flower type of girl, though.” Chloe pulled her boots on. “But I know you are a flower type of girl, though.” She straightened up. “Stop denying yourself, I know you want to see it too. Maybe give some of them to your boyfriend or something, I don’t know how romance works.”

He reached out and pulled her back into his embrace, eager to continue. "Lionel!" Chloe quickly regained her composure, her voice charged with anger as she covered his mouth with her hand. Frustration clouded Lionel's expression; he didn't like being rejected. Grabbing her hand, he nibbled on her soft earlobe, his voice low and rough, "Don't tell me you don't want this?" "Beast!" she shot back, her cheeks flushing at his boldness. She pushed his head away, doubting how someone with such primal desires could manage a successful business.

Braun's offer while she had the chance. "Hi, my name is Becka, and this is Grace. How may I help you?" The girl on the left asked as Grace smiled next to her. Chloe approached the counter. Becka had bleach blonde hair cut in an angular bob with diagonal bangs. Her light blue eyes were lined in charcoal, and she had bubblegum pink stained lips. "I've never been here but my name is Chloe Harris and I was given a gift from Mr. Anthony Braun," Chloe told Becka.

Chloe went on and my mind began to trail off. So they had both fallen in love with the same girl? That was unexpected. “Anyway, let's stop talking about the Alpha King. Tell me, how does Kade smell up close? Are his hands as soft and strong as they seem?" Chloe gushed and I smiled. “If it makes you feel better, I'll put in a word or two to Kade for you" She shrieked so loud that I thought my ear drum had bursted. “You really will?" she questioned and I nodded with a smile.

“Sorry, I forgot. It’s Ethan.” “Okay,” I say, saving the number and starting to walk away. “Can I get your name, beautiful lady?” he calls after me. I glance back and smile, teasing. “Please, call or text me, whichever. Just don’t delete my number,” he begs. I don’t stop, just keep walking until I reach home. Once in my room, I text him: Hi, it’s Chloe. Almost instantly, a sticker of a smiling boy pops up in reply. I can’t help laughing. I’m not looking for a boyfriend, not right now, anyway, except it’s “you know who,” but for some fun, a little thrill, maybe… this could work.

Chloe immediately straightened, her expression softening into that manipulative sweetness she used like armor. “Mother, Father,” she said, voice coated in sugar. “Forgive the scene, I only rushed in because I was deeply disturbed.” Her mother raised a brow. “By what?” Chloe turned back toward us, then gestured with a dramatic wave toward me. “By her.” Lady Marrowind’s eyes followed her daughter’s finger and landed on me. Their stares burned. “She was… making advances at the king,” Chloe said with mock horror. “I saw it with my own eyes.”

"This is not the right time to talk because I need you to take off my dress first." "Chloe, what do you mean?" I asked with a frown as I sat beside her instead. Chloe would naturally push me away, but she was the one inviting me this time. "I'm eighteen now, so please kiss me like you did earlier. I want you to hold me and bind me again, let me give you my first blow job, please," she got to her knees and started to fondle with the buckle of my trouser and I watched her dazed until she had pulled it down to my feet.

Bryan despised her, and that couldn't be changed. Suddenly Bryan opened the bathroom door, and Chloe quickly closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep. Bryan had already changed into his clothes. He walked to Chloe and stared at her, his gaze piercing through her fake slumber. He bent towards her, brushing her hair back, and placed a gentle peck on her forehead.