Chloe Lang Novels & Stories

At the school gate, Chloe was already waiting. She wore a white camisole dress, a full face of makeup, and her hair was curled into big waves. She looked like she was about to walk a red carpet. "You're wearing that to hike?" I asked. "It looks good on camera." She checked her makeup through the front camera of her phone. "Tell me, does this lipstick shade look good on video?" Chloe turned toward me. Her lips were painted a deep red.

Standing on the threshold was Chloe. She looked effortlessly gorgeous, wearing a cropped light-wash denim jacket, high-waisted white trousers, and a pair of oversized designer sunglasses pushed up into her bouncy, voluminous blonde hair. She was holding a brown paper bag from a high-end Upper West Side bakery in one hand and her sleek leather purse in the other. Chloe was Liam’s girlfriend—and she was one of only three people on the entire planet who knew that this high-profile sports romance was a completely fabricated, legally binding corporate facade.

she says getting up from her chair. "What?" I ask in disbelief and shock, she nodded her head profoundly, flashing me a graceful smile. "Ten minutes" she sang, turning on her heel and walking into the house. I sat there for a few seconds, dumbfounded and in complete disbelief. No one has ever seen or heard Claire's voice, except close workers like Joshua, Marcel and Mira, possibly Camila but I've never asked her, she seemed awfully close to him so I'm guessing she's seen him before.'

Chloe came forward and pushed me back of my mind. My voice completely changed.My wolf's voice was powerful and complete authority. "I am Chloe ,Alex's wolf . Alex is fiftieth daughter of Goddess Selene's and her mate's .As Alex said I am blessed with the powers of witches,fae and vampire. Due to all the blessings I was granted the right to have authority over this species and my white wolf not only makes me the queen of all the werewolves, rogues as well as pack wolves but also the queen of other shifters " Chloe said in a dominant voice.In respect all the people there fell on their knees and bare their necks in submission other than Zander.It was less effective on him and he has learnt to f

Selena gave a professional smile and entered the elevator. She made her way to the president's office together with Joey. A mischievous voice came from the inside. "Is Chloe here?" Selena and Joey froze at the door. Kent happened to come out at this time and met gazes with the two women. They stood there dumbly until Selena came to her senses. She was the first to react and said, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Simons. I'm Selena Sanders, Emmen Fashion's boss, also known as Chloe."

Then she took the hand of a little girl, around seven years old with dark brown hair and adorable grey eyes. Abby smiled, “Luna Zariah, Alpha Isaac, this is Chloe. She is our very popular decorator.” I smiled, “Hello, Chloe. We appreciate you coming down on such short notice.” Chloe giggled, “You’re very welcome, Luna. I need to practice more, so this gives me a chance for that. Would you like to see the drawing?” I nodded, “I would love that.”

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

’ 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.

Now she sat at the head of a long glass table, the gold CL emblem gleaming proudly on the wall behind her. Executives and department heads lined the table, papers and tablets spread out before them. The hum of discussion quieted as Chloe entered. She was dressed sharply, silk blouse, tailored trousers, and a faint sweep of luxury perfume. No one in this room would guess she was entangled with vampires and witches. Here, she was simply Chloe, the founder and creative force of Chloe Luxe. “Good morning, everyone,” she said, sliding into her chair. Her voice carried, calm but commanding. “Let’s get started.”