Chloe Castellano Mga Nobela at Kwento

I felt eyes on me. I looked at the corner of the ceiling. A small black camera lens stared back. He was watching. I waved at the camera. "Good morning, creeper," I mouthed. [Lorenzo] I sat in my security room. Wall-to-wall monitors showed every inch of the estate. Screen 4 showed the kitchen. She was there. Chloe. She wore a white chef coat. It was tight across her chest. She had flour on her nose. She waved at the camera.

Kate POV “I Challenge Katelyn Adams for the Alpha title of the Golden Moon Pack!”. I couldn’t believe what I had heard. It was resonating through my mind, without fully comprehending. Looking into the crowd I wait for the voice to come forward. It’s familiar but with the crowd who jumped up loudly the voice was lost in the crowd.

"And who is that girl that Carlos is necking over there?" "Her name is Jessica," Stefano replied. "I don't give a fuck in high hell what her name is. Who is she and why does she look about sixteen?" Leo asked. "Because she is sixteen... and we know her from school," Marco explained. "Carlos hooks up with her all the time-" "Don't need to know about my little brother's sex life thanks, Marco," Leo interjected. "Just get back to the house before midnight for Lenny's first shift. Oh and preferably not completely stoned, understand?"

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Chapter 122. Chloe's POV. Confused as hell but didn't want to sound or look like I wasn't polite, I looked away watching the person who was talking staring at me as I tried to figure out what exactly she was saying. "Do I know you?" I inquired, raising my eyebrows a little higher than necessary. "I don't think that you do but I do know you. You are Luna Chloe. One of the best people that we have ever had to grace our arena. I'm sure that a lot of people would regret ever coming against you. You are one of the sweetest people that I know."

Winston said with a smile. Chloe had stepped out of the car, her long wavy hair cascading down her shoulders, and was wearing an orange dress that hugged her hips, the slightly stretchy fabric extending just above her knees. Her exposed legs were slender and fair, exuding an air of elegance. Walking toward the field in her high heels, Chloe looked like a model on the runway. "She's beautiful." "No doubt she's Carrie's cousin. Her family is full of beauties." The basketball team members looked at Chloe with lustful expressions. Some even began fixing their hair, hoping to make a good impression on her.

A blinking red light above one of them read: LIVE IN 00:58. And there she was—Chloe Kent. Television royalty in a white pantsuit and too-perfect smile. The queen of soft attacks and weaponized compliments. “Eva Castello,” she purred, standing to greet me. “Thank you for joining us.” I shook her hand and sat, crossing my legs just the way Clara had drilled into me. “Thank you for having me.” The red light blinked solid. We were live. --- “You’ve taken the media by storm,” Chloe began, turning slightly toward the camera. “From mystery woman to Mrs. Leon Castello almost overnight. Tell us — what’s it like waking up famous?”

"I know it’s been a few weeks, but surely you haven’t forgotten Alana already?" Gregorio had already gathered from Chloe’s aggressive repetition of the name Alana Chandler—that it was supposed to mean something to him. Except that it didn’t. He had never even heard the name before, let alone forgotten the woman! "What about her?" he prompted guardedly. Chloe eyed him scathingly. "She’s a friend of mine." "And Declan’s, incidentally," she added challengingly. "In fact, she’s the absent flatmate I told you about," she reminded him. "She’s an actress and currently lives in LA," she added impatiently, as Gregorio continued to look blank.

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

"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.