Chloe Lamb Forum

My girlfriend Chloe Bennett's childhood buddy, Daniel Miller, binds himself to a transfer system. Everything he eats gets sent straight into my stomach. He creates a live stream channel and eats nonstop for 12 hours a day to rake in money. Meanwhile, I end up in the ER with acute pancreatitis. I try to explain everything to Chloe, but she just looks at me like I've lost my mind. "How could something that ridiculous exist? If food could magically transfer, nobody would starve in the world. You're just jealous he's making money from streaming." Afterward, Daniel's every live stream triggers another pancreatitis episode, sending me back to the ER until I'm barely holding on. I get tested, but the doctors can't figure out what's wrong. They even want to admit me to psych. Later, in a desperate bid to outdo another streamer, Daniel downs ten pounds of mashed potatoes at once. The overload destroys my spleen and stomach, causing massive internal bleeding that kills me. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day of Daniel's very first live stream. This time, I rush out and order 20 takeout dishes before him. "This time, I'm eating first."

My childhood friend, whom I hadn’t contacted for years, kept calling nonstop during an important meeting. After the meeting, he spoke in a sharp tone. “Do you think you’re too big for your britches? I’m getting engaged and you’re not even coming back to help out. Do I have to invite you?” I was representing my country at an international scientific forum, so I could only decline politely. Unexpectedly, he turned all haughty. “Fine then. If you’re not coming back, then just send me a gift with four circles and I’ll let it slide. Four circles? Thinking he meant ten thousand with four zeroes, I immediately agreed. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you ten thousand dollars as a wedding gift.” “Ten grand? Who the hell are you kidding? “My wife is the eldest daughter of the Jeffersons, the most prestigious family in Cirrus. Only the most distinguished people are on the guest list. Seeing that we’re old friends, I’m letting you attend. It’s your great honor!” He cursed angrily and sent me the invitation. I was struck dumb the moment I opened it. My aloof ice queen of a wife, who kept strangers at bay, was locked in a passionate kiss with her arms wrapped around my childhood friend’s waist. “Four zeroes, huh? How about four wreaths?” My gaze darkened as I clutched my phone. Four funeral wreaths ought to count as four circles, too!

“Do you know what happens when a little lamb comes across the big bad wolves?” Dominic's husky whisper sent a delicious shiver down her spine. She could feel his hardness against her back as he leaned against him. “No…” her voice came out like a whimper. Rhys slowly pushed her thighs apart. “She spreads her legs and cums for them,” he smirked, just before burying his face between her legs. One swipe of that heated tongue and her body exploded with pleasure. *********** Disguised as a boy, Tedoira entered MoonCrest academy with one mission; Revenge. Kill the bastards who murdered her twin brother. She was prepared to find them and make them pay with their lives. But when four of the five hot devils set their sights on her, Tediora finds it hard to resist these sinfully gorgeous murderers and even harder to hate them. Secrets are unraveled and soon, Tediora is thrown into a twisted web of love, lies and darkness. One that might claim her life especially when her identity is revealed as the half-witch hybrid. The one kind the werewolf community despises the most.

I thought I was just signing a contract. Six months. That was all. Six months living in a mansion I could barely comprehend, caring for a child I had never met, and following rules I didn’t agree to. Then I met him. Cade Ashford — cold, commanding, and impossibly handsome. The kind of man who makes the world feel smaller just by looking at you… and yet, somehow, larger, heavier, full of impossible expectations. Chloe, the little girl who clung to me with cautious trust, became my reason to fight. And just when I thought I was beginning to find my footing, she returned. Vanessa — flawless, manipulative, and dangerous — a woman who would stop at nothing to reclaim the life she thought was hers… and who had no intention of letting me survive this mansion unscathed. Every day, I am tested. Every day, I must prove I’m strong enough, clever enough, and brave enough to protect Chloe and survive Cade’s scrutiny. But in a house full of secrets, power, and hidden agendas, can I survive long enough to discover the truth? Or will I lose everything — the child who trusts me, the man whose heart is both a fortress and a temptation, and even myself — to the shadows lurking behind the mansion walls? Six months. One chance. One contract. And the question that haunts me: Who in this house can I really trust?

I suffered miscarriage when I protected my mate Blake, Alpha of the Storm Pack, from the rogue wolf attack. But I accidentally overheard Blake speaking to our pack healer: "When you heal Luna, find an opportunity to remove her uterus. Make sure she can never get pregnant again." Then a she-wolf took a three-year-old boy into the room and Blake lifted the boy up with pride, instructing the healer: "Create the best training and nutrition plan for my son. I want him to be strong enough to become the heir to the Storm Pack." I recognized this woman. She was Chloe, an Omega who had joined our pack four years ago. And that child—with Blake's eyes and Chloe's smile—was unmistakably their son. I listened as Blake continued to firmly remind the healer: "Also, use the best healing herb——Moonbloom herb to treat Luna. Make sure Luna recovers properly. Don't worry about the treatment costs, I will pay for it personally." The healer looked at Blake in surprise. There is only one Moonbloom herb in the whole pack, and it will cost at least 10 million US dollars. My heart trembled. I never imagined the man who claimed to love me more than life itself would betray me like this. But when I severed our mate bond make way for their love story, the Alpha went crazy.

For three years, Eliza Sterling has lived with a quiet grief. After giving her husband, Scott, her entire fortune and her father's company, her only regret is the child they've been unable to conceive. On the morning of their third anniversary, she discovers Scott’s real betrayal: a secret plan to sell her father's empire out from under her, confiding in his CFO that his wife is “a soft spot” to be managed. But the real devastation waits in his office. There, she finds Scott with her stepsister, Chloe—a betrayal made monstrous when Chloe reveals the truth: their infertility is Scott’s choice, a cold strategy to prevent a true heir. Eliza is left utterly ruined, her heart, her home, and her legacy stolen. Her only offer of help comes from Adam Thorne, Scott’s rival, who presents not condolences but a partnership. In exchange for his legal and strategic might to destroy Scott, he wants a piece of the company. Eliza accepts, forging a bond built on revenge and a sharp, growing respect. As Scott watches the wife he took for granted become his most dangerous enemy, he is consumed by a regret that may be too late. Eliza must navigate a war on two fronts: a corporate battle to reclaim her power, and a personal war for her future, caught between the husband who shattered her and the rival who challenges her to rebuild herself from the ashes.

The day after I gave birth to Alpha Albert’s pup, while our son was still fragile and my own wounds still fresh, he demanded I give up the Luna Suite. For his old flame, Chloe, and her unborn child. His reason? Chloe was close to her due date, and the suite’s unique moonlight energy was known to soothe expectant mothers and their pups. I stared at him in disbelief. "But that's the Luna's suite. And our son? Doesn't he need that energy?" Albert’s expression was hard as stone. "I owe her." His voice was ice. "If I hadn't been forced into this mating with you, she never would have married that abusive bastard out of spite. You're the Luna. A small sacrifice won't kill you." A small sacrifice. He’d used that excuse to hurt me countless times since our union. He missed our anniversary to play nursemaid to a sick Chloe. He forced me to give up my position as the pack's Head Healer for her… This time, I didn't scream or fight. I just looked at him, my voice eerily calm. "Fine. I'll move." Then I sent a message to my father, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack: Father, come get me. I'm rejecting my mate bond with Albert.

Quando meu companheiro Alfa, Logan, percebeu que eu não havia submetido uma única solicitação de despesas em três dias, ele entrou em contato comigo por conta própria, pela primeira vez. — Baby, eu já aprovei a próxima fase do tratamento da sua loba. Está vendo? Se você se comportar, não há nada que eu não te dê. Seu tom de voz era afetuoso, como se ele realmente fosse um bom Alfa, preocupado com a sua companheira. Mas o que ele não sabia era que, quando ele disse "bebê", eu já havia terminado de redigir o acordo para romper nosso vínculo de companheiros. Antes de partir, a única coisa que eu consegui levar comigo foi uma velha camiseta, que eu costumava usar quando ele me marcou. Ninguém acreditaria que a adorada Luna da Alcateia Lua Negra, em apenas três anos desde a cerimônia, não conseguisse juntar cinco vestidos decentes que fossem realmente seus. Toda despesa de casa que eu fazia precisava ser aprovada com o selo da Luna, o símbolo do meu próprio poder. — Sienna, cuidar das contas é cansativo demais. Isso vai te desgastar. — Deixe a Chloe cuidar desse trabalho tedioso. Tudo que você precisa fazer é ficar bonita e ser a minha Luna perfeita. E assim, o selo da Luna que deveria ser meu, acabou se tornando algo que eu precisava implorar para a Chloe, a secretária do Alfa, que supostamente estava "lidando com o trabalho tedioso por mim". Três dias atrás, minha loba estava prestes a colapsar. Eu chorei e implorei pelos duzentos mil necessários para a cirurgia de intervenção. Mas Chloe deliberadamente reteve o selo, atrasando a aprovação sob a alegação de procedimento inadequado. Por fim, minha loba, já fraturada, ficou completamente silenciosa nas profundezas da minha alma. E ali eu soube: não havia mais nada entre mim e aquele Alfa.

À seulement 19 ans, Alayna vit un véritable cauchemar. Depuis la mort de son père, sa mère s’est remariée avec un homme violent, manipulateur et tyrannique. Leur maison est devenue une prison. Sa mère, aveuglée par l’argent de ce nouveau mari, ferme les yeux sur les abus, laissant sa fille se débrouiller seule dans l’enfer domestique. Un soir, après une nouvelle dispute, Alayna tombe par hasard sur un forum anonyme de luxure et de confidences. Elle y lit une histoire similaire à la sienne : une fille qui a vendu sa virginité à un inconnu pour s’enfuir. L’idée germe… et devient obsession. Prête à tout pour échapper à sa vie, Alayna poste un message : “Je vends ma virginité au plus offrant. Pas pour le plaisir, pas pour le vice. Juste pour m’acheter une nouvelle vie.” Contre toute attente, un seul message lui est envoyé. Court, direct : "Je paie le double de ce que tu attends. Mais je fixe les règles." Signé : W.W

Drei Tage vor unserer Hochzeit wurde mein Verlobter, Raphael Russo, bei einer Schießerei zwischen rivalisierenden Banden getötet. Man fand nicht einmal eine Leiche. Während ich in Trauer versank, blitzten plötzlich Kommentare vor meinen Augen auf: [Wach auf, Mädel! Der Sarg ist leer! Er hat seinen Tod vorgetäuscht! Das Schwein ist abgehauen zu dieser hinterhältigen Schlampe Chloe – die nur so tut, als wäre sie krank!] [Während du dir auf der Beerdigung die Augen ausheulst, vögelt Raphael Chloe im Hotelbett die Seele aus dem Leib.] [Wenn er zurückkommt, wird er behaupten, er hat eine Amnesie. Du wirst nichts ahnen und ihm verzeihen. Du armes Ding…] Einen Monat später ging die Nachricht von meiner Hochzeit mit dem Mafia-Boss Marcello Falcone durch ganz New York. Raphaels rechte Hand stellte mich wütend zur Rede. „Wie konntest du den Boss so verraten?“ Ich klammerte mich fester an Marcellos Arm und lächelte. „Eine Frau kann nicht ewig trauern, oder? Ich bin sicher, Raphael würde sich im Jenseits für mich freuen.“