Chloe Castellano Novels & Stories

She about to tell him to come in but then remembered males were not allowed in. “Nice to see you again too, Chesa” Nathan gave her a small smile. Chesa inhaked a sharp breath and looked away. "Is Anna in there?" "Uh.....who is Anna?...oh Anna! Anna!" Chesa called out nervously, her heart throb was in front of her. She didn't want to mess up, 'you have to act graceful....graceful' she took a deep breath and then smiled at Nathan. "It is really nice to see you again brother Mu"

She taunted Chloe testing how far her sensibility will absorb the insults she will tell her. "Why? You! How dare you insult me like that? Don't you know who you are talking to?" Chloe's anger suddenly is getting the best of her. "Of course, I knew you. Who doesn't know Chloe Curtsman- Smith. The high society woman, who every socialite look up to. Married to Pablo Luna Smith. Who do not have the decentcy and went on to seduce her husband cousins? Behind her husband's back." Chloe was shocked.

***** Chloe walks in frustrated, she went out with Maria in hopes of digging for anything, any kind of clue that might show she was not genuine, but she didn't find any. "The woman is a saint, she didn't recoil from the creepy cat rescuers or turn away from the pictures of those starving children, she didn't even cringe when that homeless man licked her arm. She has traveled over twenty countries and has a narc for helping the needy and poor. "Chloe says sitting down next to me. "well she might be a saint but she sure has something to hide" Jeremy chips in opening his laptop "Yes Chloe , she is Leila's sister" i say to Chloe . We just found out

A female voice told Ellaine. She was beaten and tired, more dead than alive. Her breath was just a thin thread. But she was determined to win this, once and for all. She wouldn’t dare give up. Because her hands were tied, she struggled to reach the Hristoax with her mouth. To distract Ánië, she said “You will not be able to beat me now.” “Really? Why?” She turned to Ellaine just in time to see her eat the pearl in her necklace—the Hristoax.

I should have probably run and make up some crazy lie about needing to drive to get something for the wedding and leaving my phone at home. Only . . . I couldn’t. I made my bed the second I drove away from the Diazs, and now I had to lie in it. No matter how uncomfortable the mattress. “Hi! Are you Elena?” I looked up at a blond-haired girl holding a toddler on her hip. From TMZ, I recognized the little girl instantly as Conor James’s daughter and the woman holding her as her mom. “Yeah. Hi.” I stood awkwardly. “Hi! I’m Chloe.” Chloe grinned and placed the little girl down. “Milka, stay here, okay?”

“I would have complained while quitting.” Chloe laughed. Damien remained silent. Elena continued listening as Chloe described the different roles she had played over the years. She had portrayed a ruthless businesswoman in one movie, a detective in another, and even a woman who had pretended to be poor while secretly being the heiress to a massive fortune. “That one was my favorite,” Elena said. “I knew it would be.” “Because she was beautiful and rich?” “Because she slapped the male lead.” Elena grinned. “She deserved to.”

The two turned their eyes to her. Chloe was thinking about what she could say, for sure she couldn't say that she was mesmerized by his handsomeness and came up following him. She was brainstorming through her mind when she remembered something..... "I am a drug dealer, I wanted to cut out a deal with the Castello family mafias. So I requested an audience with you but didn't get the chance. Yes, I know how to fight and use guns because one should learn some of these things when dealing with these trivial things. Initially, when I came here I didn't think to bump into you like this. But when I saw you here, I thought that it is my chance to do something."

she says getting up from her chair. "What?" I ask in disbelief and shock, she nodded her head profoundly, flashing me a graceful smile. "Ten minutes" she sang, turning on her heel and walking into the house. I sat there for a few seconds, dumbfounded and in complete disbelief. No one has ever seen or heard Claire's voice, except close workers like Joshua, Marcel and Mira, possibly Camila but I've never asked her, she seemed awfully close to him so I'm guessing she's seen him before.'

She seated herself next to Thalia, greeting them all politely, while Gaby looked amazed. "You must be kidding me," Gaby smirked, approaching the lady who was giving her an explicit stare. "She can't be." "Oh yes, she can," Thalia said with excitement. "Is this real, Mother?" inquired Camilo, locked into the resemblance. "Yeah. She looks exactly like Gaby. Brian here has been helping me turn her into the best version of you. Apparently, I think she is ready." "Why is she here? Why?" Gaby inquired with precise ignorance.

As if we were telepathically connected, he took a step forward just when I did. Before he could put one foot over another, Chloe sauntered in. Her hair was perfectly tousled like she’d intentionally styled it for tragedy. Her eyes sparkled like someone had spritzed them with artificial tears, and she angled her phone like a seasoned soap actress mid-breakdown— portable ringlight already attached. “Oh my God,” she breathed dramatically, angling her face toward the light, “you guys, my little niece nearly drowned—” Her voice cracked in all the wrong places. “Please send prayers to Emily—my poor baby girl—”