Chloe Baker Novels & Stories

"Boston." "So you work here?" She questioned. I came to reply, but Logan beat me to it, "Ever heard of Khloe's delights?" he asked her and when she nodded, he continued, "she owns it." I heard gasps, and for what reason, I had no idea. I owned a bakery. Not a billion-dollar Business Empire. There's nothing special about my job. It's just my love for cooking that has made me what I am today; given me what I have.

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

We turned to see Austin and Blake walked to us. "Where's your wives?" Luke asked them. "Meeting your wives." Blake answered. "I swear I have a bad feeling about this!" Sky said again. "Never go to Coachella again.. Look at the girls outfit, I bet they will wear things like th- oh shit." Max fixed his eyes straight and we all turned to where his eyes landed. Oh my gosh.. Chloez She wears a black cage crop top with a blue jeans shorts that only covers her ass. She wears a body chain that makes her look hot. I mean I like her that she look hot but the lions around her is checking on her ass.

Julian, overwhelmed by her spiraling outburst, had already started backing away. Chloe saw his fear and the way he recoiled. Her expression twisted into something almost gleeful. “Go on, all of you! Get lost!” she shrieked. “I’m Chloe Clarke! I’m the real winner! I’m the goddess—I beat Evelyn White! Hahahaha!” Then I stepped up. Right in front of me was a ledge, barely half a meter high, just wide enough to fit one foot. Dolly screamed behind me, lunging to grab me, but I had already stepped beyond her reach.

“This young lady, it’s not your fault you’re ugly, but coming to such an event looking like that and scaring people—that’s your problem. Don’t just stand there, leave quickly!” After speaking, Chloe stepped directly between Esther and Ian, blocking Esther so Ian couldn’t see her scratched-up face. Smiling brightly, Chloe raised her glass to Ian. “Hello, Chairman Yale. I’m Chloe Davenier, current CEO of the Davenier Group—” “Step aside.” Ian’s cold voice sliced through her words. Undeterred, she lifted her glass higher. “Chairman Yale, I toast to your good health and—” “I said, step aside.”

Beggars, however, couldn't be choosers and in this scenario, I was the beggar. Just then, a familiar laugh rang out behind me and I turned to dare to see Blake usher in a pretty, young thing into his private office with a rakish grin plastered on his face. “And that's our CEO, Blake Harrison.” Lila informed me cheerily. “And who's that with him?” I asked like I didn’t already know who that was. “Chloe works here too. She's Blake's wife and we call her ‘Mrs. CEO.’ Gritting my teeth together and clenching my hands into fists slightly, I tried not to let this rage surging up my system take over me.

"All of that, I will make it true, if you complete this certificate." Before she can even refute back, the apartment door opened and in came a woman in a short dress, boasting her long legs and slim body. "Jonas, aren't you done yet?" Kaliya recognized her. She was Chloe Anderson, a popular actress who is recognized by her acting talent. "Oh," Chloe exclaimed as she took notice of the tied Kaliya. "So she is finally awake?" Her gaze on Kaliya felt like a predator eyeing its prey. Kaliya felt like she was being inspected from head to toe. It was uncomfortable.

She seemed momentarily frozen, her gaze fixed on me, clearly struck by my looks. I stood up from my chair since she was still just staring. I walked around my desk to approach her, extending my hand for a handshake. “Hi. I’m Faith Zeican Lee.” She blinked. “Oh. Hi. I, I’m Chloe.” She took my hand, her lips forming a small smile. “Chloe Herald.” Wait. Why don’t I sense any of that b*tchy vibe? Did Uncle Ryan get the wrong information? Her smile seems genuine, and she appears to be a sweet girl.