Chloe Lang Novels & Stories

"I don't know, Cynthia. I'm not sure I'm ready to go back to the club. What if Loo tries to get to me for not carrying out her plan?" Cynthia walked up behind her, wrapping her arms around Chloe's waist. "Hey, you'll be fine. Loo has nothing on you. You're beautiful, strong, and mine." She whispered the last word in Chloe's ear, her breath sending shivers down Chloe's spine. Chloe smiled, feeling a surge of confidence. She chose a stunning blue dress that hugged her curves, with a low back and a high slit. She looked at herself in the mirror, feeling sexy and powerful.

Sitting beside me is my best and only girl friend, Chloe. Charlotte Loise, also known as Chloe, is the daughter of one of the most famous fashion designers in the world. I want to emphasize that Chloe is the hottest and most beautiful girl in this school. She is charismatic, charming, talented, care free and very fashionable. No wonder every guy in our school wants to date her, not to mention the models and celebrities outside the premise.

I had always been quite good at languages at school. I didn't understand all of it at the time but it was somewhere along the lines of 'ladies and gentlemen your leaders of this fine pack: Alpha Leonardo Loren and his Luna Ella Jones'. Leo smiled charmingly to the crowd as he stood tall and confidently. Everyone looked upon him in silent admiration and I tried to follow his lead but felt the embarrassment of this much attention sear red across my cheeks instead.

Khloe the bad b*tch I miss ya! "You don't need to defend me all the time, I know how to fight for my right." I murmured while pulling out my laptop and notes from my bag. "I can't just stand and watch them tear up my girl." His words touches my hard stone cold heart. I don't know if this is still part of acting, but I hope that it is. I don't want him to fall for me, same as with me, I don't wanna break the promises I'd pledged before my family. It means everything to me and to them. I need to study harder to prove to my parents that I'm worth wasting their money paying my thousand dollar tuition. I need to prove to the Vanshelleton University also that they're not wrong for sending me here,

__ (XANDER COMPANY) Chloe stepped out of the car and went to open the door for Avery who dressed to kill. Just like her mother Chantel, she has the badass curve enough to make a man go hard. She knowingly wore a professional suit that hugs her body so well. To show that she is the boss, she have to dress well. Her curly black hair fell on both of her shoulder, her make up light, her pair of long slender legs lead to a black shinny heels. Chloe could only swallow, is President Lucas going to concentrate once he see this Lady?

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.”

The only difference is, Tiana has always been contented with what she has while Janet is not. I'm standing in front of a mirror right now and I can't stop admiring myself. Yes, this is the new Chloe standing right in front of me. I am putting on a slit golden skirt and a milk long sleeve top. This dress made me realize my shape is still intact if not more than how it used to be. People always thought I did liposuction and hip surgery unknown that, this was how I'm created.

Due to how dimly lit the room was, I couldn't tell that we weren’t alone. On the bed lay a face I recognized too well and must have gotten used to her hole by now: Noa Langley, the first daughter and heir of the Tiffany & Co. jewelry corporation. She was part of our clique and more like a female Knox to me because their corporation rose under my mercy. While on the other side, with boobs that challenged gravity, was Khloe Lancaster, the daughter of Alfred Lancaster, the biggest lawyer and state’s attorney. I had been stalking her I*******m since I heard she returned to the States from Korea after completing her studies.

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.

Chloe is 19 and very gorgeous, as in the Miss America peagent type. "Hey mom, have you seen my black pumps?" Chloe asked as she entered the kitchen. she was in a high waisted skirt and crop top sweatshirt that hung half way off the shoulders. She looked at me and face palmed. "Staz your not really gonna wear that are you?" She questioned.