Chloe Irvin Novels & Stories

“No—! Don’t come any closer to me! I am warning you!!” Chloe cried in panic, backing away from Rivena. Rivena snickered, “Or what? Are you going to kill me?” “I am Damien’s future Luna, a Ravenwood’s daughter!” Chloe snapped, her voice high and shrill. “And I have 3 big brothers in my family! Don’t you dare lay a finger on me—” Rivena suddenly burst into loud laughter. She laughed so hard that she had to bend down and cover her belly.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

AT THE OFFICE “A woman will always chase beauty. Even if she’s competent, if she looks outdated, she’ll never win a man’s heart.” “Don’t say that. Didn’t Mr. Lucas send Mrs. Sinclair a mountain of clothes this morning? Those boxes cost tens of thousands.” Chloe froze mid-motion, the coffee pot still in her hand. The steam rising from the cup no longer soothed her. The words pierced like needles. Her grip on the handle tightened until her knuckles turned white. “What’s on your mind, Chloe?” Evelyn’s voice was light but startling enough to make Chloe flinch. She turned, and her blood instantly boiled. Evelyn stood in the doorway, graceful as ever, wearing a pale lavender dress that clung perfe

Real. After a few minutes, the door creaked open again. I looked up. And forgot how to breathe. Chloe stood there, the lavender fabric floating around her like it had been made just for her. Her curls framed her face, and her cheeks were flushed with something close to embarrassment. “I, um... I can’t reach the zipper,” she whispered, turning slightly to show me the half-zipped back. A small gasp escaped from my lips. Her body was hard to resist. Super smooth and beautiful. "Can you help me zip it up?"

The people from the two years before, the ones who knew the full shape of what had happened and were still here. Chloe was in the second row. She had been crying, as reported, since before the ceremony began, and was currently in the stage where she had decided she was no longer crying and was applying this decision with the concentration of someone who was not succeeding. Her mascara had been waterproof, thank God, and she was still beautiful in the way Chloe was always beautiful — completely, naturally, and with absolutely no apparent awareness of the effort she put into making it look effortless. She caught my eye and her face did the thing it did, the thing that had nothing to do with co

Her voice was calm and cool, she was never in a rush. “ It's time.Give it all to me.” I muttered. Chloe had been using Nina as her personal assistant for the last eight months. Nina had always been mine but Chloe was unaware of this. When I had the slightest suspicion that Chloe wasn't as clean as she showed herself to be I had put her in that company. That decision was now going to pay off.

In aCl completely different voice with the same smile. Like he was a stranger she had no idea existed before. "And you are?" "Chloe Miller. I'm a senior editor at Hart Publishing." She extended her hand. "Actually I've just taken over the piece on you.” "Right," Hunter said. Not warmly, not coldly either. Just one word. Chloe didn't miss it. She pivoted smoothly. "Maya and I go way back. She's one of the most determined people I've ever met." A small laugh. "I mean that genuinely. The number of times she called your agent alone…"

She had been sitting with Julian's group earlier. "Mrs. Hawthorne?" she asked, offering a wide, heavily manicured smile. "I'm Chloe. Julian's fiancée. Our daughters actually go to the same private academy." I nodded politely. "A pleasure to meet you. I don't believe we've crossed paths." "No, we haven't," Chloe laughed nervously. "But your daughter, Sophie, talks about you constantly. She is so proud of her mother. She actually handed this to my daughter yesterday to give to us."

They had finally broken through the storm. "Here! We're over here!" Danny yelled, waving his arms with all his might. The chopper slowly descended onto the helipad, its rotors kicking up snow that stung our faces like tiny blades. The side door slid open, and several fully-armed soldiers jumped out. Chloe immediately ran toward them. She smoothed her messy hair and instantly put on her sweet, innocent expression. "Officers, thank God you're here! I'm Chloe, the influencer. I have millions of followers. You have to save me first. I can pay you a lot..."

"Oh, I knew I smelled strawberry and privilege up here!" Chloe rounded the corner of the ferns. She had changed out of her ruined, pink-stained Chanel blouse and was now wearing an equally offensive, outrageously expensive champagne-colored silk halter top and matching wide-leg trousers. She looked immaculate, holding a crystal glass of white wine in her hand. But the moment her eyes landed on us—specifically on Dani hovering over me on a picnic blanket—her bright, fake smile faltered. Her eyes narrowed into sharp, icy slits.