Chloe Lamb Forum Novels & Stories

"Ma'am, I... I need to tell you the truth about the fight. I know I said things that were... I was the one who made her upset. But, Chloe doesn't deserve a full week of detention. Queencha’s eyes looked disappointed. "Chloe?" "I... I mean..." I stuttered. "So," Queencha continued. "Chloe Whitmore, you think you do not deserve a week of detention, but Maya does? You try to lobby me in my office? Trying to sound like a victim" "No! That's not what I meant—"

"What?" Chloe smirked. "Yep." "How?!" Chloe wiggled her perfectly manicured fingers. "Because I’m me, darling." "Chloe!" Isabella snapped. "Fine, fine! Calm down." Chloe chuckled. "I got his number from when I modeled for one of his brands last year. Blackwood International owns like, half of the high-end fashion industry, remember? I was one of the lead models for his LUXE by Blackwood campaign."

I asked before bopping Chloe on the nose and getting her to giggle. “How are the comments?” Chloe asked. I turned the phone back with a sigh. “Lovely as usual, I’m sure.” GreyGoodies: Are we sure that’s Scott? You can hardly see him. Jane Dayviellers: I knew she was a slut. StylebookSchmybook: OMG her shoes. They’re 2 cute! Diamonds&Purlies: I have the Cavendish Monopoly set. It’s awesome. We should start a group to play online.

Rhea frowned slightly. “it’s not that big of deal. They’re just at the edge of the woods.” Chloe pulled her legs out of the water and began to dry them with a cloth. “Wanna go see them? We could even take a few back to the pack house. I’ll see if I can find some seeds to plant.” Rhea was hesitant. “But you don’t seem like a flower type of girl, though.” Chloe pulled her boots on. “But I know you are a flower type of girl, though.” She straightened up. “Stop denying yourself, I know you want to see it too. Maybe give some of them to your boyfriend or something, I don’t know how romance works.”

Instead, I ran right into a familiar face. "Escaping already?" Chloe asked, leaning against the wall with a glass of champagne in her hand. Her shiny blonde hair was perfectly styled, and her brown eyes swept over me with a familiar, critical gaze. "You know, thousands of girls would literally die to be in your position right now, and you're acting like it's an issue. Drop the act."

Meanwhile, Dolly messaged me privately: “Hahahaha! I knew Chloe would never let you have the spotlight for long. A Rainbow Daytona?! That thing goes for hundreds of thousands, and it’s hard to even get your hands on one. No way!” “As far as I know, if Chloe had a Rainbow Daytona, she would’ve shown it off ages ago. Why wait till now? Total lie!” “I can’t take this. I’m calling her out!” Then she went into the group, dropping a sarcastic comment: “Chloe! A Rainbow Daytona, seriously?! How did we only get to see it now? Post a few more pics. We’d love to admire it properly.” Chloe responded with a mix of pride and guilt:

Now she sat at the head of a long glass table, the gold CL emblem gleaming proudly on the wall behind her. Executives and department heads lined the table, papers and tablets spread out before them. The hum of discussion quieted as Chloe entered. She was dressed sharply, silk blouse, tailored trousers, and a faint sweep of luxury perfume. No one in this room would guess she was entangled with vampires and witches. Here, she was simply Chloe, the founder and creative force of Chloe Luxe. “Good morning, everyone,” she said, sliding into her chair. Her voice carried, calm but commanding. “Let’s get started.”

“Yeah, you're trending… Everyone is talking about you on CBB.” “CBB? What is that? And why are they talking about me?” Chloe looked at me in exasperation as if she didn't know what to do with me. “Don't tell me you don't even know what CBB is? CBB stands for Celestial Bulletin Board. It's an online forum for students of the Celestial Moon Academy, where trending topics about whatever is happening in the school are uploaded… Wait, let me show you,” she said and pulled out her phone and logged in some details.

"Thorne Industries doesn't deal in variety shows" Silence filled the car as Chloe clenched the fabric of her dress. She knew it was a big ask. "However..." Julian’s voice returned, and a small, sharp smile touched his lips—one that finally reached his eyes. "Personally? I might have a lead". ********************************* The digital storm was only getting worse. In the dim, cramped cabin of the Maybach, the phone screen emitted a cold, blinding light. The hashtags were evolving into something uglier: #ChloeTheLapdog, #TheVanceClinger, #TheSimpBride.

Did something happen to Chloe? . . . . . . TBC . Kamara B. Blake Love all my active readers💋💋