Chloe Lang Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chloe stopped and turned to look at him, her eyes filled with unshed tears. She tugged at her beautiful dress that was stained with red wine. Droplets still dripped onto the floor. "I didn't invite you to my birthday party to humiliate me, Daniel." It was obvious that Susan was behind it. Chloe was the youngest daughter of Ryan Summer, the Chairman of the Summer Corporation. She had three older brothers. She was showered with endless affection from the moment she was born. Chloe started acting at sixteen and, by twenty, she had already won major awards in the entertainment industry, thus becoming the most sought-after actress.

Chantelle POV: It had been three months since I left my uncle's house and moved in with Declan. I was finally beginning to feel a sense of peace. For the first time in a long time, I felt safe and cared for. Declan and his staff had been so kind to me, making sure I had everything I needed. I had tried to help around the house, but the maids always shooed me away, telling me to relax. As I sat there, reflecting on my new life, I couldn't help but feel grateful for everything that had happened.

Stanley stepped forward and spoke. “This is Alora, Chloe. She’ll be assisting you with anything you need.” Charles added, “Trust me, she’s very good at her job and nice. There’s no way you could possibly hate her.” I lifted my eyes to look at Chloe. She was stunning—hazel eyes, coffee-brown hair that fell in soft waves, and a confident expression that screamed privilege. Dressed in a crisp white shirt and fitted jeans, with heels clicking sharply against the floor, she looked nothing like someone who needed assistance. A designer handbag hung from her arm, and a luggage bag rested by her side.

by her side, the room seemed to experience a collective intake of breath. Tonight, Chloe wore a stunning white gown with a sophisticated mermaid silhouette that accentuated her graceful curves. The high collar and long sleeves were a masterpiece of design, but only she knew they were a shield for the marks beneath. Around her neck sat a delicate platinum and diamond necklace, adding a touch of ethereal brilliance to her appearance. She looked radiant, spirited, yet untouchably cold.

Chloe had gone all out ice sculptures, a live string quartet, a floating dance floor lit from beneath like glass over water. And at the center of it all stood Chloe herself. She wore white. Not innocent white weaponized white. A fitted gown with a plunging neckline, diamonds dripping from her ears like punctuation marks. She laughed loudly, one manicured hand resting possessively on her hip as she held court. Her eyes found Elena within seconds. The smile Chloe gave her was slow. Deliberate. Predatory. “Oh,” Chloe said, loud enough for the people around her to hear. “She came.”

She was going to walk straight into whatever nightmare Jaxon was planning, and because it was my body, I was going to have to watch my own identity get torn to shreds. *** Chloe’s POV My hands were shaking as I walked down the long, paved driveway of my old house. How dare she? How dare Maya try to ruin the one good thing I had going for me right now? She was just trying to scare me. She wanted me to hide away in her boring, cardigan shell because she couldn't handle the fact that I was surviving in her world better than she ever could. Jaxon didn't hate me. He had held my hair back at the carnival. He had given me his napkin

But deep down, he knew that the truth, when it finally came to light, might be more than he was prepared to handle. The next morning, Chloe decided to visit Alex. She dressed meticulously, knowing that her appearance would speak volumes. Chloe believed that her presence alone commanded attention and respect, and today was no exception. She wore a sleek, figure-hugging dress, her hair styled to perfection. As she approached the house, her heart pounded with anticipation. The massive estate loomed ahead, its grandeur a testament to Alexander’s wealth and status. It was a place Chloe had always considered her own, even though she knew she was nothing more than an outsider in this world.

he greeted as he bowed. Chloe followed suit but she didn't say anything. She still haven't figure out if this woman was her ally or not. She needed to be wary. The queen stared at Chloe. She didn't look much like Dana but there was intense feeling that she was like Dana Rein. "Who is this young woman?" She tested. Ciaran was going to answer but Chloe bowed again. "Chloe Liu, Your Majesty. I have been raised by the Liu Tribe but I hail from the Blood Star's tribe, Rein."

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.

The people from the two years before, the ones who knew the full shape of what had happened and were still here. Chloe was in the second row. She had been crying, as reported, since before the ceremony began, and was currently in the stage where she had decided she was no longer crying and was applying this decision with the concentration of someone who was not succeeding. Her mascara had been waterproof, thank God, and she was still beautiful in the way Chloe was always beautiful — completely, naturally, and with absolutely no apparent awareness of the effort she put into making it look effortless. She caught my eye and her face did the thing it did, the thing that had nothing to do with co