Novel & Cerita Chloe Lamb Forum

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.

she said, sitting across from me, fiddling with the crest. The silver wolf head glinted in the passing lights. "Larry was so generous, giving me something this precious," she said, all feigned innocence. "But I think he was just trying to get a rise out of you." I stared out the window at the night, saying nothing. "You know," Chloe continued, "he came to see me this afternoon. He told me all about his plans for your future." Her voice turned syrupy sweet. "He said you were too proud. That you needed to be broken. He fancies himself an expert at taming arrogant she-wolves."

Just hers. The door opened. Alvin stepped in, still dressed in his tailored charcoal suit from the morning’s meetings. His gaze softened the moment it landed on her and the babies. “You look beautiful like this,” he said, voice low. He crouched beside her, one large hand resting on her thigh. “Working again?” Chloe smiled up at him, warmth spreading through her chest. “I submitted three pieces to Lumière Boutique this morning. They’re doing a showcase for emerging designers next month. I used my mother’s maiden name on the application. No connections. No… leverage.”

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."

she asked, her voice laced with worry. Chloe's gaze met Mrs. Jane's reflection in the salon mirror, and her shock was mirrored in her eyes. The skin reaction had multiplied and intensified, spreading like a fiery red rash across her neck and onto her shoulders. Chloe let out a gasp of disbelief as she looked in the mirror, her voice trembling with concern.``Stop, Mrs. Jane, just stop!" 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.

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?"