Chloe Bennet Movie Novels & Stories

Only a handful of people close to him knew where to find him at any given time. How does Chloe Bennett know I'm even at Windmere House, let alone which room? "I'd heard you're a regular here, Mr. Sinclair," Chloe said, checking her reflection with a practiced smile. "Took a bit of trial and error, but I found you. Would you mind giving me a few minutes to walk you through the project proposal?”

Until she arrived. The crowd parted near the entrance like a wave. Chloe Harrington swept in wearing a striking red gown that clung to her model-like body, her long platinum blonde hair cascading dramatically over one shoulder and her heavy perfume trailed her. Her cold light blue eyes scanned the room until they were locked on me. My stomach dropped. Darius was tensed beside me, his arm tightening protectively. “Priscilla Marlow,” Chloe purred loudly enough for nearby guests to turn, a fake smile plastered on her face. “Or should I still call you Mrs. Cross? How quaint to see you playing dress-up in Seattle.”

The movie was an epic one and she really enjoyed it to the fullest. Holding her popcorn, she went out of the cinema after the movie ended and bumped into someone she wanted to see. “Fancy meeting you here Chloe,” she said feeling happy with what she was seeing. Neal suddenly came to a halt upon seeing Chloe. He didn’t understand what was happening but the look on his wife and Chloe’s wasn’t scary at all. “You are the person I wanted to see. Neal, you don’t mind if I borrow your wife for a few minutes right?” Chloe asked him and he just looked at Talia.

And for now, I’d like to keep it that way. “What do you think?” Chloe comes out of my bathroom and does a little spin, letting her beautiful golden hair flow down around her. She looked stunning in her maxi mint green gown and golden accessories. The front has a sweetheart neckline, off the shoulders, and no straps with a light white lace pattern of flowers embedded on some of the front and around half the waist. “You look amazing, babe, truly.” I smile. She looks at me and frowns, seeing me still in my comfy tracksuit and shirt. “Why haven’t you gotten ready yet?”

"You are going to have her for the whole night and the rest of your life. Move aside, let me help her dress up." "I like you, Bonnie, but you are annoying." I whined, and the girls giggled. Bonnie took my bride's hand and led her away, while I waited for them. It didn't take too long though, before they came back. Chloe had changed into a sky blue off the shoulder flared gown, that stopped just before her knees. Her hair had been restyled into elegant waves. She looked simpler now, but she still managed to knock my breath away. My bride walked up to me with a contagious smile. "My jealous friend stole our moment." She teased Bonnie, who was behind her, shaking her head at us. "How do I look

Some are mean but most are just shock and awe. I keep my head down as we get into the auditorium. There’s more purple and gold streaming from the ceiling and draped across tables. I catch myself gawking and then look up to see that all the Hayes have disappeared into the crowd. I look around for them and find Debbie instead. She bolts towards me and smiles brightly. He jaw unhinges as she notices my dress. “Gods, Chloe!” she gasps. “This is beautiful! Is it Givenchy? Gucci? No, no, it looks like Prada.”

“Chloe Bennett just walked in.” I turned. Chloe was draped in a crimson silk gown that looked like a bloodstain against the snow outside. She wasn't alone; a younger man in a stark white suit was walking beside her. Chloe felt our stares and locked eyes with us. The man in white followed her gaze. “Collins... tell me I’m hallucinating,” Natalie whispered, her eyes widening. “That guy in white... if you weren't sitting right here, I’d swear he was your brother. Or your clone.”

Old hospital records. But none of it was enough. Not yet. Her lips curled into a vicious snarl as she stared at the documents. “I need more. I need to break her.” A sharp knock echoed through the suite. “Enter.” The door opened, and a figure stepped inside. A woman. Sleek. Dressed in all black. But it wasn’t just any woman. It was Camille Bennett—a journalist known for ruthless, invasive exposés. Chloe’s smile widened. “Do you have what I asked for?”

After all, she embraced death and emerged unscathed. The two shared a knowing look, with Selene glancing at Chloe, only to notice that her friend was busily responding to a text message. Chloe’s smile was so bright that she could easily blind someone. “High School and Crazy” Selene read out the title of the movie she was just about to audition for. In the description, she was soon introduced to the character of a cheerful and bubbly high school student who never rose against her bullies, until she was almost violated by the father of one of her bullies.

Chloe. Calling.