Chloe Lamb Lesbian Novels & Stories

The blade was chipped and uneven, nicked from years of use. Behind him, a lamb's head sat steaming in a pot with its back turned toward me. Through the haze of steam, I could still make out patches of black wool that hadn't been properly cleaned away. I forced a smile. "Black lamb's expensive, Daniel. You're treating me to the good stuff." Specks of blood dotted Daniel's face. His hands and cleaver were covered in it. Even his clothes looked soaked in dark red stains. At my words, he broke into a grin.

Until next time you stay girly and I'll stay in the closet awaiting my best opportunity to finally escape. Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian

“You promised me you wouldn't be gone for more than a week.” Something softened briefly in Chloe’s hard expression. But it disappeared just as quickly, replaced by her iron mask. “The sisters of the Angiel?” Dylan asked, his voice filled with curiosity. Chloe nodded once, a sharp movement. “Loyal to the dragon clan until the end,” she said. “An elite group of women with no magical powers… but we can certainly kick ass when required.” I believed her without hesitation. She didn’t need magic. Everything about her presence already said enough.

she gasped. She started riding—slow rolls at first, then harder—up and down, cunt gripping him like a fist. Caleb thrust up to meet her—deep, punishing strokes that slapped wetly. Her breasts bounced; he leaned forward, sucked a nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing. The front door clicked open. They froze. Footsteps—light, quick—then the living-room archway filled with a figure. Chloe—twenty, Caleb’s stepsister since their parents married four years ago. Long blonde hair in a messy bun, cheer uniform still on—short skirt, cropped top showing toned midriff. She’d come home early from practice.

Liam says and I couldn’t hold back my laugh. I could see it though, Chloe had a black pleated dress with pockets to the side, her hair was tied into a ponytail while Liam had a white shirt that was rolled to his elbows and a grey pant trousers fit. “Oh well, one of us had to not look basic.” I jabbed playfully, Adonis nudging me by the side with a smile on his face. Chloe groaned, throwing a pamphlet at me.

Just when she was about to finish someone poked her right hand. She jolted upright and saw a girl wearing large spectacles with a tiny ponytail on the top of her head. She grinned widely. " Hey." Anya smiled not knowing how else to react. " Name's Chloe but you can call me coal, like the others." she chuckled and her face suddenly turned grim. "You're not gay, are you? Cause I'm taken. I know I'm quite irresistible but what can you do? The good one's are always taken." She grinned again.

"Chloe, I urge you to reconsider. The Alpha is not to be crossed. He will not take kindly to your defiance." Chloe stood tall, her eyes blazing with determination. "I don't care. I will not be forced into a life that I don't want. I will fight for my happiness, no matter what the cost." Chloe's blood boiled as she walked into Liam's office. She didn't even bother knocking, she just barged in, ready to unleash her fury on him. "What the hell is this about a mating ceremony?" she demanded, her voice dripping with venom. Liam leaned back in his chair, a smug expression on his face. "Ah, Chloe. So good to see you again. I trust your little trip was enjoyable?"

"You're a woman. You know what you like. Try doing the same to me. If I like it, you can tell. If I don't respond, try something different." "Are you a lesbian or bi?" Melissa asked curiously. "A lesbian," Chloe smiled back. "No cock, other than strap-ons and vibrators, has ever made its way inside my cunt." "I never knew." "I know, but I've fancied you since I started working for you."

Her brunette hair was messy and matted, her light skin had lost its glow, and she looked leaner from all the crying and not eating. Emma was right. She was losing herself in this marriage, becoming a shadow. Chloe sighed in appreciation as she immersed herself in the warm, soapy water that filled the bathtub. The water felt wonderful on her skin and lulled her into a sense of calm. As Chloe closed her eyes and sank further into the tub, until the water stopped at her jaw, a distinct memory dominated her thoughts. Her very first date with Kylian *** An icy blue, sleek Lamborghini had parked outside her apartment that evening, a few minutes to seven o'clock—just as Kylian had said in his text.

"Sir! Save me! I'm one of the rarest omegas left after the curse! I'm vital to the Alliance's repopulation program!" Twenty-eight. Liam stared at her, shocked. "Chloe, what are you doing?" "I'm young! I'm fertile! I can give the Alliance strong, pure-blooded pups!" Twenty-seven. She pointed a trembling finger at Liam, her voice turning sharp and venomous. "He's a reckless, incompetent Alpha! He got his entire pack killed! What value does he have?" Twenty-six. "Chloe!" Liam's voice was choked with disbelief. "What are you saying?"