Chloe Baker Novels & Stories

As I pushed her pack against the wall, she stumbled back and kicked the trash can, a loud clang echoing throughout the bathroom. She slammed her hand over her mouth as the girls outside fell silent. We both froze and held our breaths. But a moment later, footsteps came to the stall door. “Hey, are you okay?” one girl asked. “Yep,” she chirped. “... are you sure?” My feet were by the crack in the bottom of the stall. I jumped straight onto the toilet seat, pulling my feet into the air. “... Cato?” another of the girls said. I closed my eyes. Shit. I recognised her voice immediately. My aunt Maria’s daughter, Floriana. There was no point in hiding. Her mother had bought me these shoes for my l

Chloe flipped her red hair back stylishly and looked at Samantha with a smile. "I am so sorry for the poor quality of coffee. My intention was never to harm you boyfriend. Rest assured, in future he will NEVER EVER get a coffee like this from me." She said and turned around to leave. Just before she left, she turned around to look at Samantha sideways with a smirk. "I am Chloe Jones, by the way, the one who was considered to be a better model than you in the London fashion week, the showstopper." She replied cheekily and left the room and closed the door behind her.

Jayda said, upon realizing she still doesn't know who she's talking to. "I apologize. My name is Khloé and I picked your number from your business page on Instagram. It's my daughter's birthday this Tuesday and the person that was supposed to bake the cake had family issues that prompted him to leave town. I need a red velvet cake with a display of Moana. I don't mind paying double of the normal charge for express delivery." Euphoria's opening is the next day and although it feels too soon to take on special orders, Jayda couldn't turn her down.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

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.

Savannah I jerk away so fast it’s as if Roman’s words have burned me, my hand tangling in my hair, tugging at it like the pain might ground me. “That’s not true!” My voice comes out too shrill, too fake. I try again, but softer, rehearsed, the way I’ve defended Chloe my whole life. “Chloe’s a yoga instructor. A ballet teacher. She gets flown to LA constantly because of the clients she trains, the gigs she books. Mom and Dad are proud of her because she chose a harder path, a less popular field, and still made a name for herself in it. She’s an upright individual. She’s… she’s a role model to many people.”

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.

But his attitude and expression made me indescribably pleased. I smiled at ease and moved to sit with Blake under the tree. The night breeze caressed my cheeks, and I was shrouded in Blake’s scent. I leaned against the trunk and looked up at the starry sky, feeling the pain ease up gradually. "My name’s Chloe Baker." I introduced myself before letting out a giggle. "Well, I suppose you already knew that. I really need to work on my opening, don’t I?" Blake nodded along without commenting on my blunder. He listened quietly as I retold my life experiences...

She was going to walk straight into whatever nightmare Jaxon was planning, and because it was my body, I was going to have to watch my own identity get torn to shreds. *** Chloe’s POV My hands were shaking as I walked down the long, paved driveway of my old house. How dare she? How dare Maya try to ruin the one good thing I had going for me right now? She was just trying to scare me. She wanted me to hide away in her boring, cardigan shell because she couldn't handle the fact that I was surviving in her world better than she ever could. Jaxon didn't hate me. He had held my hair back at the carnival. He had given me his napkin

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.