Chloe Irvin Novels & Stories

Then she took the hand of a little girl, around seven years old with dark brown hair and adorable grey eyes. Abby smiled, “Luna Zariah, Alpha Isaac, this is Chloe. She is our very popular decorator.” I smiled, “Hello, Chloe. We appreciate you coming down on such short notice.” Chloe giggled, “You’re very welcome, Luna. I need to practice more, so this gives me a chance for that. Would you like to see the drawing?” I nodded, “I would love that.”

- I patted her hands, flashing a pretentious smile towards the unnoticing reporters. Irina, stunned by my swift change in mood, gritted her teeth while holding up her pretentious smile. She knew that the jig was up, she chuckled drily - her eyes evasive. "Since we've met here, why don't we go on a shopping date together?. Miss Selene only picked a Chess piece, your tastes have changed overnight and i would love to know why." - She spoke softly, not wanting to falter in the eyes of the public.

She looked at me, out of words to say. Chloe has the upper ace here. She's the daughter of the Vice President of the Students' Academic Affairs. I'm brave, and I know that. It's just not the same bravery to fight physically with no good reason at all. I know what lies beneath the wind. Lastly, we're just newbies here, and I don't want to mess up around. So as much as possible, stay calm, composed, and act like a college student. Physical fights are meant for high school and elementary school.

Chloe stopped and turned to look at him, her eyes filled with unshed tears. She tugged at her beautiful dress that was stained with red wine. Droplets still dripped onto the floor. "I didn't invite you to my birthday party to humiliate me, Daniel." It was obvious that Susan was behind it. Chloe was the youngest daughter of Ryan Summer, the Chairman of the Summer Corporation. She had three older brothers. She was showered with endless affection from the moment she was born. Chloe started acting at sixteen and, by twenty, she had already won major awards in the entertainment industry, thus becoming the most sought-after actress.

Chloe could not make out the words but could identify the instructive tone. From the terrace below, Emma and her girlfriend Saoirse were already up, which was consistent with Emma's habit of early morning and Saoirse's apparent willingness to adopt that habit, or perhaps her own inclination: Chloe had met Saoirse only three times and was still learning who she was, which was a pleasure she was taking slowly. She was a sculptor, Irish, with the calm directness of someone who had spent years working in a material that did not respond to impatience, and she looked at Emma the way people looked at things they were genuinely glad existed.

“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.

Next to him, Chloe was an absolute vision of pure power—wearing a sweeping navy-blue sapphire gown, her hair styled in a regal chignon, with her father's emerald ring sparkling brilliantly on her finger. ​"Who is that stunning young woman?" a diplomat whispered in awe. ​"That's Chloe Vance-Sterling," another answered in a quiet, respectful hush. "The new Founding Chairwoman of the UN Financial Ethics Oversight Board... and the daughter of Richard Vance." ​Armand’s jaw tightened subtly. He smoothed his suit jacket, forcing a calm, patronizing smile onto his face as he stepped forward to greet them.

Chloe did. She walked in with two bodyguards, glancing around the small apartment in disgust. "So you're Iris. Pretty face, I'll give you that. Too bad this dump is all you can afford." I watched her warily. "What are you doing here, Chloe?" She sat at the dining table and propped her feet up. A dirty footprint appeared on the tablecloth I'd kept spotless. "I came to see you. I wanted to know what kind of husband-stealer could make Noah hide her from me."

Before she could reach the head table, a bright, laughing voice reached her from the champagne tables to her left. "Darcy." Chloe came toward her from the champagne table, heels clicking, a program folder in her hand. Her pale pink fitted gown was immaculate, not a crease in sight. A silver "Vance Foundation Coordinator" badge hung at her chest. She stopped in front of Darcy with a warm smile. Whatever unease she'd shown after losing access at Kingston's front desk was gone tonight, hidden neatly behind her sponsor badge. Chloe even reached out naturally, going for Darcy's arm.

She was sitting cross-legged beside a hotel window, calmly applying lipstick as she looked into the camera. "That idiot Adrian," she said with a smug laugh. "I messed up my clothes on purpose, and he actually believed those thugs ruined me. You should have seen the guilt in his eyes. He's so easy to play." The video cut to another scene. Chloe was speaking to an assistant. "That fool Evelyn is running around begging people for ransom money? Let her keep begging. The longer she kneels, the more secure my place in Adrian's heart becomes." Adrian's breath caught.