Chloe Castellano Novels & Stories

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

I trail off, looking at Valen, then move my hand to a strand of my dirty hair, picking up the long pale lock and frowning. “Was a Dream Walker,” Valen guesses, and I nod. “Yeah. I mean, maybe? She could have been a DeLuca, right? Her fair coloring could have been a Hunter trait,” I point out, making Valen shake his head. “But you are Regalis, Mi Sol. Not DeLuca. Or at least that's what the Seniorem says. I won't know for sure until I bring you home and run tests of my own.” “Tests? I don't think I like the sound of that,” I murmur, my head throbbing as I try to wrap my mind around all this.

As soon as the woman arrived, the guests present gasped in surprise. "Oh my goodness, that's Chloe!" "Chloe is Faldoria's top designer. She ranks among the top ten best designers in the world, and her designs are always bestsellers…" "Chloe will surely comment on the Clusian's work! This is going to get interesting!" The comments section of the livestream was even more lively. Someone asked, "Do you guys think Chloe will praise or criticize Mrs. Ripley?"

" ​The voice cut through the silent ballroom like a serrated blade. ​Chloe stepped out from the crowd of onlookers. Her dark sunglasses were gone, her eyes red, swollen, and filled with heavy, desperate tears. She looked completely small, trembling as she pressed her hands against her chest, playing the role of the terrified, guilt-ridden younger sister flawlessly. ​"Chloe?" I asked, a sudden, brutal pain slicing straight through my chest.

Leo said smoothly, completely unbothered. The heavy oak doors clicked open, and Chloe marched into the room. She was the perfect picture of campus elite, wearing a tailored houndstooth trench coat, her dark hair pulled back into a flawless ponytail. But her expression wasn't celebratory. Her eyes darted instantly between Leo’s relaxed posture and Gia’s flushed cheeks, her brow knitting into a sharp, calculating line.

When he fell for Chloe, the game became real and complicated. Name: CHLOE RICHARDSON Age: 20 Nationality: American (born NYC) Profession/Education: Junior at Columbia University, majoring in International History Works part-time at university library (refuses family money) 3.7 GPA because she's genuinely interested in her studies, not performing Physical Description:

Her cheeks coiled into a smile and I draped my hands on her waist, "may we dance together?" She nodded in reply. ..... Chloe's POV Feeling bored, I have been staring at the clock observing as the hand keeps moving. I have been laying on the bed expecting Xavier walking through the doors stepping into the room. It just hit 10:56. Isn't that really late in the hour of the night? Where is he? I pondered. I shut my eyes and I tried to sleep but I couldn't wondering when Xavier's gonna get home. Xavier's POV

But… He didn't have any friends. Sol was the heir of the Lustburg kingdom. Only another heir of either a church or kingdom could match him. He had never met the current holy daughter of Castitas. Chloe hesitated a little, even though she couldn't read his mind, she could feel the eagerness in his voice, she wasn't the smartest of the bunch, but she also understood a little of what he was feeling. After all, before meeting that redhead–she also felt a little lonely. "My name is Clover. Clover Industria. I am the daughter of Iris Industria as well as a paladin in training and the holy daughter of Industria. Those close to me call me Chloe as it was my original name before being sanctified."

"Ma'am, I... I need to tell you the truth about the fight. I know I said things that were... I was the one who made her upset. But, Chloe doesn't deserve a full week of detention. Queencha’s eyes looked disappointed. "Chloe?" "I... I mean..." I stuttered. "So," Queencha continued. "Chloe Whitmore, you think you do not deserve a week of detention, but Maya does? You try to lobby me in my office? Trying to sound like a victim" "No! That's not what I meant—"

Chloe. Calling.