Chloe Lang Novels & Stories

Winston said with a smile. Chloe had stepped out of the car, her long wavy hair cascading down her shoulders, and was wearing an orange dress that hugged her hips, the slightly stretchy fabric extending just above her knees. Her exposed legs were slender and fair, exuding an air of elegance. Walking toward the field in her high heels, Chloe looked like a model on the runway. "She's beautiful." "No doubt she's Carrie's cousin. Her family is full of beauties." The basketball team members looked at Chloe with lustful expressions. Some even began fixing their hair, hoping to make a good impression on her.

He is the lucky one. She sipped again and looked out at the hall and felt the strange settled warmth of someone who had stopped running from something and was standing still for the first time in a long time. "Hello, Nat." The voice came from directly behind her. She turned slowly. Chloe stood there in a deep red dress that made her look like someone who had decided to stop hiding and had dressed accordingly. Her locs were down tonight, falling around her shoulders, the rings on her fingers catching the light. She looked stunning and completely out of place and completely at ease with both of those things simultaneously.

Savannah I jerk away so fast it’s as if Roman’s words have burned me, my hand tangling in my hair, tugging at it like the pain might ground me. “That’s not true!” My voice comes out too shrill, too fake. I try again, but softer, rehearsed, the way I’ve defended Chloe my whole life. “Chloe’s a yoga instructor. A ballet teacher. She gets flown to LA constantly because of the clients she trains, the gigs she books. Mom and Dad are proud of her because she chose a harder path, a less popular field, and still made a name for herself in it. She’s an upright individual. She’s… she’s a role model to many people.”

Chloe explained to them, while they both gave her a knowing look. "So it practically means you still love him if he can still get you," Carrie added. "No, I don't, I just can't, he is the only one I have ever given my whole heart to, so he still has some power over me," Chloe explained sadly, but the gaze she got from Carrie made her confused. "Why are you looking behind me?" Chloe asked and then Carrie nudged her head forward. Chloe looked back only to see Zach with a young lady. She was wearing a stunning red knee-length gown, Her brown hair cascaded down her shoulders and she was holding a black Hermes bag.

“This young lady, it’s not your fault you’re ugly, but coming to such an event looking like that and scaring people—that’s your problem. Don’t just stand there, leave quickly!” After speaking, Chloe stepped directly between Esther and Ian, blocking Esther so Ian couldn’t see her scratched-up face. Smiling brightly, Chloe raised her glass to Ian. “Hello, Chairman Yale. I’m Chloe Davenier, current CEO of the Davenier Group—” “Step aside.” Ian’s cold voice sliced through her words. Undeterred, she lifted her glass higher. “Chairman Yale, I toast to your good health and—” “I said, step aside.”

His parents died when he was 10 years old, he respects women. Chloe Murphy 27 years old, Chloe grew up as an orphan. She is beautiful, kind and savage at times. From elementary school, she had been best friends with Amyra. A doctor in the profession but more like a gangster sometimes.

"Stop that! You about scared the bejesus outta me!" Chloe slapped Kris' arm playfully once she realized she wasn't in any sort of danger. Kris couldn't help the giggle from leaving her lips as she pulled her in for a kiss. Chloe was a southern through and through. Her accent was deep, and her personality was sweet and innocent at first, but don't get on her bad side; she'll attempt to strip you down and make you wish you were anywhere else. She was the definition of a southern belle: long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a round plump face. Unlike Kris, her complexion was pale. She avoided the sun at all costs. Her white shirt hid the ample curves and weight she gained over the years. Chloe was t

"Oh, I knew I smelled strawberry and privilege up here!" Chloe rounded the corner of the ferns. She had changed out of her ruined, pink-stained Chanel blouse and was now wearing an equally offensive, outrageously expensive champagne-colored silk halter top and matching wide-leg trousers. She looked immaculate, holding a crystal glass of white wine in her hand. But the moment her eyes landed on us—specifically on Dani hovering over me on a picnic blanket—her bright, fake smile faltered. Her eyes narrowed into sharp, icy slits.

"No Ryan. You never did." Chloe got out of the car. She was recording everything with her phone. "Mom... What is happening?" Elara looked at her daughter calmly. "For eight years you both thought I was a woman who couldn't cook steak." She stepped closer. "I am the founder and CEO of Hamilton Global."

Leo said smoothly, completely unbothered. The heavy oak doors clicked open, and Chloe marched into the room. She was the perfect picture of campus elite, wearing a tailored houndstooth trench coat, her dark hair pulled back into a flawless ponytail. But her expression wasn't celebratory. Her eyes darted instantly between Leo’s relaxed posture and Gia’s flushed cheeks, her brow knitting into a sharp, calculating line.