Chloe Lamb Lesbian Novels & Stories

"You speak too much for your age!" "And you are too old to be arguing with a child" Chloe retorted and dashed off. "now I know why Liam doesn't like her much" she opened her purse and brought out a small mirror. She examined her hair for a while and suddenly had second thought about it. "Is my new hairdo really that bad?" she mumbled beneath her breathe. Chloe entered the living room, she spotted Amelia standing beside Liam while having a heated argument with Allison. "listen to me actress don't think this is one of your shows where you speak how you want.... can't you see that you are the villain in my love story?"

I replied, also surprised he could do that. “That’s… great.” She smiled at Mason and they smiled at each other. I assumed they mind-linked each or something because they smirked before bursting into laughter. “After setting up the phone, could you possibly help me out with Chloe's number?” I doubted if he was going to be able to do that. “Chloe?” Crystal asked. “Yes, she's a friend. She's an omega at Night Shadow pack.” I explained. “I'll try to.” He replied, resuming what he was doing while Crystal — though he didn't ask her to— was massaging his shoulders.

* * * * A few days later, a controversial post from a popular blogger rocked the entire nation, leaving the public stunned and skeptical. [ BOMBSHELL ALLEGATIONS ROCK HIGH SOCIETY: CHLOE CLERMONT AND DYLAN DUPONT'S SECRET ROMANCE EXPOSED! In a stunning revelation that's sending shockwaves through the upper echelons of society, sources close to the Clermont family have come forward with allegations that Chloe Clermont, the CEO of B. Fragrance and the eldest daughter of the renowned Clermont Family, has been hiding a dirty, little secret. And it's about to blow her perfect facade to smithereens!

Camille said. Gloria had a moment of enlightenment. Chloe was the youngest daughter of the Alpha of the Black Moon Pack and was doted on by her family. To protect her, the Black Moon Pack tried not to let her get involved in the incident. It was no wonder that Gloria didn't know that Chloe was the witness. It was not an ordinary crime scene, but a few rogues' shameless offenses against a female werewolf. Gloria found it hard to accept the fact. She continued to ask, "You said that she witnessed the crime and proved that I had framed Gabrielle?"

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'

“I’m dressing a footballer.” I blinked. “Like… personal stylist?” “Yes!” she squealed. “Finally! My first real life in the industry. And guess who it is!” “Oh God,” I groaned. “Don’t tell me it’s some retired uncle on crutches—” “It’s Leo.” My blood froze. I blinked. “Leo which Leo?” She narrowed her eyes, lips twitching. “Tessa. Don’t play dumb. Leo freaking Santiago.” My throat dried up. “He’s been my crush since forever,” Chloe went on, completely unaware of the emotional nuke she just dropped. “Like literal high school daydream material. And now I’m gonna be styling him. Like, physically touching his arms. His abs. Maybe his—”

Lena’s eyes flicked briefly to the window before she turned to look at him. “You really want to know?” she asked. “Yes.” “Are you sure?” she pressed. “Because once you hear it, you won’t be able to pretend she’s as innocent as you think.” “Tell me.” Lena exhaled softly, as if savoring the moment. “Chloe has a past,” she said. “A violent one.” Aiden stiffened. “She wasn’t always the quiet, harmless girl everyone adores,” Lena continued. “There was an incident last year.”

Disgusting. "Have you ever thought about what it's like to be in my shoes, Leonel?" Chloe stared at the figure in front of her. In her field of vision, the figure stood tall. There was a color similar to black but not as dark as usual. Maybe her husband was no longer wearing black shirts. Who knows. "What I stimulate in my mind, Leonel so that you know. You work, have many meetings, and meet many clients. Not grappling with cheap women like Ester without clothes." Leonel closed his eyes tightly. If he denied Ester's involvement, Chloe's anger would only increase. He let Chloe express her desires.

She stood in front of the camera, elegantly presenting her work. “I’m Carina Morrison, founder of Astraeus… Our debut show will be at the Beverly Hilton. It’s going to be a show that redefines tradition…” My hands were shaking. I fumbled for my phone and dialed Lorenzo. “Lorenzo, turn on the TV!” “What?” “Now! The fashion channel!” A few minutes later, Lorenzo’s shout came through the phone. “Chloe! That’s my Chloe!” Chloe appeared on screen, too. She was in a black power suit, looking like a CEO.

she muttered to herself in a soft, playful manner. Chloe was a petite woman, with very pronounced curves, and a very tiny waist. Her dark hair was pulled up in a ponytail. She had a soft voice that drew you in and she had a friendly face. “Is it that bad”? I asked. Her eyes widened. “Did I say that out loud”? She asked, placing his hands on her lips. I smiled at her. “It's fine.” “I am so sorry, Luna” she replied, avoiding eye contact and hurrying to the bathroom.