Chloe Irvin Novels & Stories

she asked, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. "This is Evelyn. She's the new EA for Maya and Stella’s team. She starts tomorrow," Jovan replied. His tone was clipped, devoid of any personal warmth. Chloe extended a hand, her fingers long and perfectly manicured. "Chloe Hayes. Marketing. Nice to meet you, I guess." I took her hand briefly. "Evelyn Reeve. Likewise." The moment our hands parted, Chloe’s attention snapped back to Jovan as if I had suddenly turned invisible. She reached out, her fingers grazing the sleeve of his tailored shirt.

A sharp noise came from the main entrance. The glass doors swung open, and fluorescent light spilled across the hardwood. I stopped the mop and tightened my grip on its handle. Chloe walked onto the court. She wasn't wearing her cheer uniform or carrying her practice bag. A thick red coat hung around her, and her blonde hair was messy. Under the bright hallway lights, her face looked pale. She gripped her purse strap so tightly that her knuckles stood out. "You think you've won, don't you?" she shouted.

Chloe strode confidently in her stylish silver heels, a perfect match for the dark blush pink robe draped over her black crop top tucked into a pair of high-waisted black Aphrodite trousers. The trouser hugged her perfect curves, adding a touch of elegance to her already stylish outfit. Kayla, her PA, walked behind her with calm strides, keeping Chloe updated on the latest happenings at Girly Lux that occurred overnight. Most of the information would have been leaked by Ollie if she wasn't currently unavailable due to an overdue illness.

“Oh my gosh, look at you! You look amazing. How long has it been?” Chloe, who was dressed in a white crop top showing off her four pack abs and a pair of ripped denim jeans with white Timberlands smiled affectionately at Davien, even cupping his face. “Nine years, if my memory serves me well. It’s so good to see you, D,” she pronounced in a thick and aristocratic British accent, stroking his cheeks with her thumbs.

Julian, overwhelmed by her spiraling outburst, had already started backing away. Chloe saw his fear and the way he recoiled. Her expression twisted into something almost gleeful. “Go on, all of you! Get lost!” she shrieked. “I’m Chloe Clarke! I’m the real winner! I’m the goddess—I beat Evelyn White! Hahahaha!” Then I stepped up. Right in front of me was a ledge, barely half a meter high, just wide enough to fit one foot. Dolly screamed behind me, lunging to grab me, but I had already stepped beyond her reach.

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.

I asked, already knowing the answer would be very dramatic. Chloe Rivers, my best friend since forever is a 5'7 petite redhead. She's almost two years older than me just like my siblings Ryder and Reena. She has big brown eyes that take most of her small round face, a cute button nose and perfectly rounded rosy lips. She's the most bubbly person I've ever met and she's an only child to the Gamma of my pack, The Raven Claw Pack. "Reena and her crew were totally dissing Emily's outfit in the cafeteria," Chloe said, barely containing her giggles. "I mean, who does that? And then, Rachel joined in, and it was like a competition to see who could be the most brutal."

There was another soft knock. I walked to the door and opened it. And there she was. Chloe. Her brown curls were pinned back loosely, and she wore one of those plain gray flimsy omega uniforms that barely covered her boobs and exposed her long shapely legs. The gown was too short, and I wondered whose twisted mind conceived such a revealing outfit for omegas. Then she looked up at me with those soulful green eyes that turned me to mush. I loved her eyes, they were a rare shade of green and very beautiful.

This time, it seemed like something I needed to get involved in directly. The door to my office creaked open. Iris poked her head in without knocking. “I thought you should know that Chloe’s organizing some kind of tea for the Lunas.” I scowled. “She’s not even mated, and she’s definitely not a Luna.” “She’s persuasive,” Iris said with a shrug. “You should be careful. She’s slipping into a lot of conversations, and what she has to say is not good for our reputation.” She handed me a file.

Chloe and her mom were never the target, so it was largely background noise. As Chloe got dressed for the day, a lazy Saturday, she checked herself out in the mirror. She was tiny, as were most of her female relatives. Elfin features gave her what she considered to be an elegant, delicate look, and bright green eyes peered out from under her thick, wavy brown hair. She was a hair shy of 5', very slender, with breasts in the middle of the B-cup range, and a little bubble butt. She was proud of the way she looked. She was an athlete, and she was fast, despite her height. Her legs were toned, and always caught attention when she wore sundresses, a favorite of hers. The little triangle of neatly