Chloe Lamb Lesbian Novels & Stories

One of them let out a loud snort, while another actively rolled her eyes. Then came the comment. "Yeah, right," a blonde girl named Chloe said, folding her arms over her chest as she turned around to face us. "Because that's exactly what this squad needs." Lily's smile faltered, her shoulders tensing up. "A lesbian on the squad," the second girl chimed in, laughing like it was the funniest joke in the world. My stomach dropped, instantly replaced by a wave of pure anger. "Lucky us," Chloe continued, looking right at Lily. "What if she gets confused during stunts and starts checking us all out in the locker room?"

However, as I looked at Khloe as she entered the living room, I was utterly and totally at a loss for words. I'd expected her to put on a dress and heels, but she was surprising me with the outfit decision. I hadn't liked leopard before, but seeing it on her, it made me want to change every opinion I'd ever had in the past. She looked absolutely sexy, amazing, fascinating, and gorgeous and a whole lot of other words of similar meaning.

Blake sits on the sofa tapping his feet vehemently on the ground. “So Blake is gay?” Elena ask whispering into Chloe’s ears. Chloe turns and faces her, “Wasn’t it suspicious all along?” Chloe replies. Elena chuckles but quickly stops, “You fucked with a gay,girl!” Elena says whispering again. Chloe looks at her with a frown, “Mock me all you want but yours is worse” Chloe says with a smirk, “I know a truth you don’t know of” “What truth?” Elena ask looking inquisitive.

She said and stopped for some encouragement. Alexander's heart skipped hearing her words, although he was the calmest person there. No trace of emotions could be seen on her face. He only nodded, asking her to say her words. "For all of you, I am Chloe Isabelle. The second daughter of Harper Evans and belongs to a noble family. And this is a complete lie..." She fuffed, glancing at the people there who seemed confused, except, Alexander.

’ I already booked us at Valette. A smile tugged at my mouth before I could stop it. Chloe Laurent, creative director for a ruthless fashion house, made a living reading people. She had been the most unsettled by me after the accident, perceptive enough to recognize that something fundamental had changed beneath the surface. Avoiding her was the smarter choice. Unfortunately, Chloe Laurent was exceptionally easy to like. ME: You’re insufferable. 7 PM? CHLOE: Stylish, not insufferable. Wear something dangerous.

Chloe's men finally moved and now they are spraying the wolfsbane to the wolves. The field filled with smoke and the next thing happened too fast. Massimo, Klein, and the rest of the warriors tried their best to stop those wolves who were working with Chloe. “See? This is what you will get when you try to attack me,” Chloe laughed. I turned my head at her, disbelief was written on my face as I looked at her. “Chloe, daughter. Why are you doing this?” Claire asked her. Chloe turned her head at Claire and her eyes darkened.

"This doesn't concern you." Chloe planted herself between Landon and his tormentors, her slight frame vibrating with fury. "It concerns me when you're harassing my friend. Don't you have anything better to do than pick on omegas?" The group hesitated, clearly unused to such defiance from a lower-ranked wolf. "Whatever," the female Beta finally said. "We've got more important things to do anyway. Enjoy your laundry duty, bitches." As the group hiked away, Chloe turned to Landon, concern etched on her face. "Are you okay, Elara? Did they hurt you?"

Fuck, she’s hot. Chloe is about an inch shorter than Kesha, but curvy. Large breasted with a round ass that you could bounce a quarter off of. She has a thin, angular face with tear drop shaped ocean blue eyes. Her long, thick, brown hair has a natural wave to it and her pale skin seems to glow. About two years ago, our feelings began to change. I won’t go as far as to say it was love. I couldn’t. But there was a large amount of affection and a degree of lust. A large amount of lust.

“Doing nonsense right there. In the room next to mine. Now. Aren’t we supposed to report them to the authorities? The hostel mistress or… someone?” Chloe burst out laughing, loud, unbothered, like I’d told the best joke. “Lesbians are normal stuff here,” she said, wiping her eyes. “Didn’t the hostel mistress put you through the rules?” I opened my mouth wide, staring at her like she’d grown a second head. “Rules?” I repeated, voice small. “What rules?” Chloe sat up, legs crossed, grinning wider. “Oh, sweetie. You really are fresh meat.” She patted the bed beside her. “Sit. We need to have a little chat before you accidentally start a witch hunt and get yourself exiled on day one.”

Then something else caught Olive's attention. "What's she doing here?" she said. A girl was striding across the ground with a camera bag dangling over her shoulder. She had thick pale blonde hair that was nicely curled down her shoulders and a gorgeous face I recognized from school. Her name was Charlotte Grace. "Hi there," she said as she walked towards us, but more bored than friendly. I gave an awkward smile since I didn't know which one of us she was addressing. "You know her?" Olive whispered. "Not personally," I said.