Chloe Baker Novels & Stories

Then she took the hand of a little girl, around seven years old with dark brown hair and adorable grey eyes. Abby smiled, “Luna Zariah, Alpha Isaac, this is Chloe. She is our very popular decorator.” I smiled, “Hello, Chloe. We appreciate you coming down on such short notice.” Chloe giggled, “You’re very welcome, Luna. I need to practice more, so this gives me a chance for that. Would you like to see the drawing?” I nodded, “I would love that.”

She stood in front of the camera, elegantly presenting her work. “I’m Carina Morrison, founder of Astraeus… Our debut show will be at the Beverly Hilton. It’s going to be a show that redefines tradition…” My hands were shaking. I fumbled for my phone and dialed Lorenzo. “Lorenzo, turn on the TV!” “What?” “Now! The fashion channel!” A few minutes later, Lorenzo’s shout came through the phone. “Chloe! That’s my Chloe!” Chloe appeared on screen, too. She was in a black power suit, looking like a CEO.

I felt like I had found a kindred spirit in Chantelle, someone who understood me and accepted me for who I was. Chantelle and Delcan became close and they were always trying new things. One night when they were back from shopping. Chantelle went inside the shower to have her bath. She stayed there for a long time relaxing. When she came out of the bathroom, she was totally naked and she realized she forgot to get towel. She bent over to the bed to take the towel to wipe her wet body. She was was busy drying herself but she did not notice Delcan presence in the room. She felt someone was giving hot gaze on her naked body. She turned around to see Delcan was standing right behind her.

Lola saw them walk in and ignored them but the girls soon noticed them and walked over. “Check this out girls” Chloe, the leader of the gang jeered. Her hair was dyed pink and her face was covered in thick makeup. “Little miss two left feet made it in time for practice today.” Lola sighed while Aria rolled her eyes. “You look hideous as always Chloe”, Lola retorted and Aria stifled a laugh. A look of disdain flashed across Chloe’s eyes. This damned girl dared to talk back at her. Chloe was a great dancer, with a great body and an even greater backing. As the niece to Brett Miller, everyone in the agency had always tried not to get on her bad side. Everyone except for Lola Coker, which always

“Welcome back, Ms. Paige.” The words landed heavier than chains. She stepped fully inside. And then she saw her. Chloe stood at the top of the grand staircase, one hand resting lightly on the banister. She wore black not for fashion. For mourning. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders like a veil, but her face was bare of softness. No smirk. No dramatics. Just loathing. “You’re back,” Chloe said. Her voice echoed in the cavernous space. Elena looked up, meeting her gaze without flinching.

The fabricated strategy-theft article had been pulled down by *The Westmore Insider* at dawn, yet the toxic damage remained. I hadn't seen Luca directly, but the bitter taste in my mouth was his flavor. Suddenly, a phone screen flashed inches from my face. Chloe, the campus TikToker, slid into my path with a wide, fake grin that didn't reach her eyes. She moved like a predator closing in on wounded prey.

I say. It's true though, with her 'as black as midnight' hair, her grey eyes and curvy body, Bloom is the definition of stunning but even though she tries to hide it, she is sometimes extremely self conscious. Chloe on the other hand could pass for a model. She is extremely tall and gracious. She has blond hair with green eyes and has that classical beauty all ladies want. What makes them the best though is their heart, and if Blake doesn't notice Bloom then it's his loss. We fall into a comfortable silence and I plug in my earphones. In case you haven't noticed, I love music.

That man has crossed the line! *** Chloe closed her eyes tightly. Her hands were covered in flour and a failed dough she had made. It was just a lemon cake with a soft texture, but why couldn't Chloe concentrate on making it? She didn't know how many pans she had made, but the results could have been better. It was a new recipe that she would sell soon. She had already planned the marketing and target audience. She would showcase this cake to Adrianna when her friend arrived in Beverly Hills tonight. Earlier, Chloe had spoken to Adrianna to make sure her friend was on her way to her house.

"But make sure you tell them exactly whose code built this house, Liam. Enjoy your party. It will be your last." She didn't look at Vanessa. She didn't look back at Julian Blackwood, whose dark, intense gaze still burned into the side of her face. She simply turned on her heel and walked out of the double doors, leaving a trail of muddy water and stunned silence in her wake. The rain outside had lessened to a fine, icy mist. Chloe walked down the sweeping driveway, past the groaning bodyguard, and through the wrought-iron gates of the estate. She had nowhere to go, no phone, and only the wet clothes on her back. Yet, for the first time in a decade, she felt entirely, ruthlessly free.

In aCl completely different voice with the same smile. Like he was a stranger she had no idea existed before. "And you are?" "Chloe Miller. I'm a senior editor at Hart Publishing." She extended her hand. "Actually I've just taken over the piece on you.” "Right," Hunter said. Not warmly, not coldly either. Just one word. Chloe didn't miss it. She pivoted smoothly. "Maya and I go way back. She's one of the most determined people I've ever met." A small laugh. "I mean that genuinely. The number of times she called your agent alone…"