Chloe Castellano Novels & Stories

Standing on the threshold was Chloe. She looked effortlessly gorgeous, wearing a cropped light-wash denim jacket, high-waisted white trousers, and a pair of oversized designer sunglasses pushed up into her bouncy, voluminous blonde hair. She was holding a brown paper bag from a high-end Upper West Side bakery in one hand and her sleek leather purse in the other. Chloe was Liam’s girlfriend—and she was one of only three people on the entire planet who knew that this high-profile sports romance was a completely fabricated, legally binding corporate facade.

A single window looked into an otherwise bare meeting room, the glass dark on the observation side, a bank of monitors along the wall feeding audio through a small speaker. Chloe was already seated at the table when Lucien walked in. "Thank you for meeting me," she said. "You said you had information about my stepbrother." "I do." She folded her hands in front of her. "But first I want to know something. The woman upstairs. Elena Reyes." "What about her?" "She has scars on her hands that match exactly where Elena Kingsley's hands were cut the day she disappeared." Chloe's voice didn't waver. "I worked in that household for six years, Mr. De Villiers. I know exactly what those cuts looked lik

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

"Hello, I'm Chloe, Charlie's sister." "Hello, Chloe. I'm Noelle Shaw, Charlie's wife." "Noelle?" Chloe paused, and then a familiar face flashed in her mind. "Are you Noelle Shaw from Collosus Group, the one from the project department?" Noelle was slightly taken aback but then smiled. "Yes, that's me." Chloe's expression turned grim as she tightly gripped the phone. "So, it is you!" "Yes, it's me. You remember me?" Noelle had assumed Chloe would not have much of an impression of her.

He asked again with a raised brow, tasting Klaus knowledge " Knowing Liam Reigns he wouldn't do such a thing unless ….. she's family" Klaus answered picking the pieces together . Rivero nodded affirmatively " You didn't get it quite right Klaus, but you made a point " Rivero unclasped his hands from his stomach and opened the file Klaus gave him some minutes ago. " Name : Chloe Adams Parents: Father alive ( chronic gambler ) mother (dead) Sibling: Tyler Adams Occupation: C listed actress and best friend to the deceased famous actress Rose Smith."

Damn, thank goddess Erlah that she is a Luna Ishtar if she isnt she wouldve been meat to those that are preying against her like fresh carrass. even though she didn't like it that much. The Pep talk wih plastic Ruelle to her it s just main courtesy to be a bit polite to anyone especially when your a host in a meeting that you have prepared to get information she knew that it was all Ruelle could do their fake friendship was a plastic as a stereofoam that is thrown away because of the foood that was eaten before hand. Chloe didnt want to be suffocated and Lukas was like oxygen to her without him it would be like them physically choking her to get more news or rumors about Cath which she woul

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.

" Are you done, Mir? Where's the clothes you want? Hey, Nick! What's up? " Chloe appears beside Mirage. She's smiling as if she knew everything has ended. Mirage gives her a glare. And Nicolo just sighed. " Are you done talking nonstop on your phone? I can wait forever, you know. " Mirage said, full of sarcasm. Everyone there suddenly recognized Chloe. " That's Chloe Schmidt - Williams, right? " " She's supposed to be in Paris! " " She's as gorgeous as ever! " " Why didn't we recognize her earlier? "

“Doesn’t she look beautiful, Caroline?” Caroline looks up. Her smile is small and perfect and cold. “Stunning as always, Serena. That coat is divine.” “Thank you.” My voice is polite the way Liam likes. Chloe finally lifts her eyes. She is twenty-four, three years younger than me, but sometimes she looks fifteen with that baby face and huge blue eyes. Today her blonde hair is in two low braids, innocent schoolgirl style, but the dress she’s wearing costs five thousand dollars and shows half her chest. She stands up and hugs me, arms tight around my neck, perfume sweet and heavy.

“Tell me, how do you expect him to lead anything at all?” Every word landed like a blade. Seren heard them. Every single one. But she didn’t react. Couldn’t. Because Rafael still hadn’t moved. “Take it down, Chloe.” Dean’s voice hardened, his patience thinning. “Why?” Chloe tilted her head, feigning innocence, though the satisfaction in her eyes betrayed her. “This is my entry. Isn’t it Beautiful?” Her gaze flickered to Seren again, sharp and deliberate. “Ladies and gentlemen,” she continued, sweeping her hand toward the screen, “this masterpiece features the future lady of the De Luna household.”