Chloe Lamb Lesbian Novels & Stories

she had come out to train and the mean lady and her stares were the last things to bother her. Chloe did not know why she did not like the Alpha's daughter the moment she had set eyes on her.. perhaps, it was her too pretty face or her red shiny hair which stood her out among many others or or perhaps, it was the knowledge that she was a warrior like her too that made her feel intimidated.. she did not like that she possessed all the features that Ron loved in Women and she seemed like the kind of woman that he would be interested in. She was the Alpha's daughter too! Was that not enough to make her feel less next to the lady? She had asked a few questions about the Alpha's daughter the prev

Lola saw them walk in and ignored them but the girls soon noticed them and walked over. “Check this out girls” Chloe, the leader of the gang jeered. Her hair was dyed pink and her face was covered in thick makeup. “Little miss two left feet made it in time for practice today.” Lola sighed while Aria rolled her eyes. “You look hideous as always Chloe”, Lola retorted and Aria stifled a laugh. A look of disdain flashed across Chloe’s eyes. This damned girl dared to talk back at her. Chloe was a great dancer, with a great body and an even greater backing. As the niece to Brett Miller, everyone in the agency had always tried not to get on her bad side. Everyone except for Lola Coker, which always

Chloe Lane's voice drifted through the crack in the door, trembling with tears yet soft enough to melt a heart. "But… You already have a Luna…" Damian Jones let out a soft, husky laugh, his voice rough with desire. "Doesn't it feel good?" I smelled it. The scent seeped through the narrow gap in the door, heavy and burning hot. "My father would never allow me to be someone's bedmate! He would definitely—" Chloe's protest cut off with a sharp gasp. What followed was the wet, hungry sound of him sucking at her skin.

Chloe hissed sharply, stepping into Liam’s pod. ​Chloe rudely shoved against Elena’s leg as she squeezed past to get to Liam. Without a shred of shame, she slid right down onto Liam’s lap. Her slender arms, adorned with glittering luxury bracelets, wrapped possessively around his neck—deliberately flaunting their vulgar intimacy right in front of Elena. ​"Do you honestly think Liam wants to sit anywhere near your mountain of fat? For the entire flight to Paris, Liam is sitting with me! If you don't like looking at it, you can move your fat ass over to seat 1C," Chloe ordered.

I just smiled and gently pulled her in front of me. "Silver Fang, I want you to meet your Luna." I happily announced and I was met with great confusion. "A human?" "Did that ever happen before?" "How could that happen?" "Before you come to any conclusion, Chloe is a hybrid like me. Do you guys remember the baby they cruelly experimented on? It is her. She's half-vampire and half-human." They all gasped in surprise while my parents approached us. I squeezed Chloe's hands to assure her. Ma and Pa smiled at her and they pulled her in a hug. Of course they won't judge her because they have a son like me.

She ignored Stephanie and her bunch of sheep and went straight back to where she had left Chloe. “Wow, now you look like a real fighter!” said Chloe, and Amelia couldn’t help but giggle. Chloe really was one of the good ones. She had no airs and graces about her. She was a natural beauty with flowing blonde locks and sky-blue eyes. Chloe and Catherine were the most beautiful wolves she had ever seen. Their beauty stuck her as otherworldly. She couldn’t explain it, they just stood out in a crowd and made everyone else look dull.

I catch a tremor in her lip. “Miss, are you sure you’re in the right place?” she says. I look around and hold my hands out. “My brother said this is the student center.” The woman’s eyes twitch ever-so slightly. She sticks out a perfectly-manicured hand. “Kathy,” she says. “And you are?” I stick out my own hand, nails coated in chipped black nail polish. “Chloe,” I say with all the fake sugary sweetness I can muster. “Chloe,” she repeats like maple syrup laced with rat poison. “You’re from Greendale, right? I didn’t know fashion was so—” Another once over, lingering on the holes of my tee. “– Interesting there.”

Chloe said something that astonished us; Amber and I are now staring at each other. "So, you knew each other?" Amber asks. "Ahem, we had a blind date before, but she is not looking like that, no long hair, no red lips and no curled eyelashes!" Chloe spoke. "Why? What's wrong with my appearance now? I'm still the same! I no longer appear like a male because I need to be me! I am a woman, geez!" "I am not claiming you are not! Though it seems you were simply playing on the dating site, huh?"

Chloe demanded, her voice echoing sharply across the empty room. Pacing back and forth near the unlit fireplace, she shot him a venomous glare. She wore a sleek designer dress, diamond earrings flashing in the dim light. To the rest of the continent, she was the beautiful, powerful Luna of the Royal Pack. Behind closed doors, she was nothing but a political warden trapped in a miserable, hollow marriage.

Chloe said, snapping her fingers. "I don't understand," Esther said. "I barely know who you are, so why would I want to steal from you?" "You're right, darling. You don't know me." "Let me introduce myself. I am Chloe Wolf, daughter of the most feared and respected beast in the whole of New York," she said, dripping with pride from head to toe. "And you have what practically belongs to me! Bitch," she said arrogantly. "What?!" Esther said furiously. "I am tired. I want to go home, please let me go," Esther said sadly.