Chloe Lamb Forum Novels & Stories

Savannah I jerk away so fast it’s as if Roman’s words have burned me, my hand tangling in my hair, tugging at it like the pain might ground me. “That’s not true!” My voice comes out too shrill, too fake. I try again, but softer, rehearsed, the way I’ve defended Chloe my whole life. “Chloe’s a yoga instructor. A ballet teacher. She gets flown to LA constantly because of the clients she trains, the gigs she books. Mom and Dad are proud of her because she chose a harder path, a less popular field, and still made a name for herself in it. She’s an upright individual. She’s… she’s a role model to many people.”

"Chloe, you must understand the depth of my remorse. I was blind to the consequences, but I assure you, my intentions were never to hurt you." Chloe's lips curled into a bitter smile, her voice laced with a hint of sarcasm. "Ah, the remorse of a fool who fails to comprehend the gravity of his actions. You accuse me of indecision, of wavering between you and Liam, yet it is you who fails to grasp the depths of my devotion. I fought battles within myself, torn between two souls, but never did I deserve this callousness from you."

“There are too many instances where curiosity killed the cat, hence I’m not interested to probe into other’s matters. However, if you are willing to disclose your secret, then I will lend you my ears.” Chloe was startled by her disinterest and indifference as she had never met anyone like her who was aloof from material pursuits and worldly interests. After a moment of pause, Chloe decided to reveal her purpose of coming all the way here. She passed her name card over to the landlady and started her introduction, “Let me start with introducing myself. My name is Chloe Crowther, and I’m the hotel manager for Grandex Hotel under Clifford Group.” As soon as the landlady heard the word ‘ Cliffor

"Mr. Woolley, your daughter is much prettier than Jade. In my opinion, Jade shouldn't have been Miss Clotheap." Larry Woolley, the man who had been speaking, snorted, "That's right. It's just that my daughter is usually too low-key. If she were to compete for Miss Clotheap, Jade wouldn't stand a chance." The two of them buttered each other up. Although the others in the room were annoyed, they listened. After all, Khloe was a government official and Larry was a bank president. They had much more power and wealth than the rest of them combined.

STERLING ENTERPRISES (STE) - DOWN 62% IN PRE-MARKET TRADING. Chloe stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, a steaming porcelain mug of black coffee held tightly between her hands. She wore a simple charcoal-grey silk blouse with the sleeves rolled up, her dark hair pulled back into a messy bun. "They're calling you a phantom," Chloe said softly, her voice carrying a dry, exhausted rasp. "Half the pundits on Bloomberg think you're a resurrected titan. The other half think you're a bio-engineered distraction created to trigger a short squeeze."

coronation for Chloe. All the pack members were gathered, including Alphas and elders from other packs. Damon stood on the moon altar. Chloe, dressed in a gorgeous white robe with a moonstone crown on her head, stood at the center of the altar, receiving the adoration of the crowd. She looked every inch the Luna, radiant, noble, and elegant. "I know some of you may question my decision," Damon said from the stage, facing hundreds of pairs of eyes. "But I must tell you all the truth."

" Chloe's voice reverberated through the bustling salon, cutting through the sounds of hairdryers and chattering customers. Her face flushed with anger, Chloe rose abruptly from the styling chair and confronted Mrs. Jane, the owner of Bliz Salon and a renowned hair stylist. Pointing at her neck and shoulders, Chloe demanded answers. "What the hell are these? It's because of you, Mrs. Jane! Your incompetence caused this!" Mrs. Jane's eyes widened in shock as Chloe unleashed her frustration. She tried to interject, but Chloe's words came pouring out in a torrent of anger. "Why would you open a salon if you're so terrible at your job? You use cheap creams for styling, and they've ruined my skin

We've been sitting in the booth long enough that the lunch crowd has thinned out and our drinks have gone warm, but neither of us is in a hurry to leave. There's something about what Chloe just told me — the weight of it, the quiet devastation — that makes me want to stay right here, in this small anonymous restaurant, a little longer. Then she shifts gears completely. "Oh — I almost forgot." She pulls out her phone, scrolling. "Have you checked the Ashford forum lately?"

Everyone was looking at me, waiting for my response. A few genuinely concerned ones said, "Michelle, we finally met Chlo. How can you let her foot the bill? Let's stick to the old rule and go Dutch." I was about to speak, but Michelle interrupted, "Forget it! Going Dutch? Chlo is no ordinary person now. She's the renowned Chloe Hartz in the Foswood construction industry. You're going to make her laugh. Go Dutch? What's on this table is nothing to her."

As soon as the call was answered, the big projectors portrayed a full view of both sides clearly. Chloe began to introduce herself, "Good Evening ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Monthly Auction of the Knightley.& Gallery, I am by name Chloe Knightley, the CEO of Knightley.& Gallery and I will be the auctioneer selling the beautiful artworks of the licensed artists registered under our honorable company."