Chloe Lukasiak Book Novels & Stories

I swore back then to protect Chloe, to guide her like a father figure, to keep her safe from the wolves of the world. But her twentieth year changed everything. Her sudden growth spurt, the lush curves of her body, and that raw, venomous sexual confidence completely shattered my ability to see her as a child. She isn't a child anymore, and I am just delusional for trying to pretend otherwise. My hunger and her temptation are perfectly designed to ruin me. Needing a drink to numb the thoughts, I groan and pop open the built-in wine compartment. Instead of a vintage bottle of red, my eyes lock onto a tiny piece of silk tucked neatly inside the slot. I reach forward, my heart hammering against

"Yes, Edward. I need your computer expertise. I need you to find out everything you can about Emelia Clark?" "Is that the name of our Luna?" "Yes. I need to go." I dropped the call as I see her coming out of the restaurant. She is even more pissed now and all I can think about is how hot she looks when she is angry. I shake off the inappropriate images in my head. My wolf Luca wants to take her and mark her. I do too. What the hell happened in there?

"Nah, Jacob can't be this big already. And you haven't given birth yet. How can he be my nephew?" "Because-" "Leo, darling. Are you done eating?" Claire appears and stops to stare at Ares as she smiles. "C-Claire?" "Hello, Ace." Ares pulls up a smile and instantly hugs Claire happily. "You're here. You're here?" He put her down, confused. "Why are you here? What about the wedding?" "I had to cancel it." Claire went to sit next to Leo. "And this boy?" "He's my son, Leo," She introduces. "Say hello to your Tito Ace."

It looked like her job description had just been upgraded to "Master Negotiator of the Dinner Table." "Is there anything you do like?" Xavier’s gaze dropped to Chloe’s lips. He answered with a single word: "Meat." When Chloe finally left the study, she was carrying the leather-bound notebook and several thick volumes on child psychology. Xavier had given her exactly ten days to finish reading them all.

Unlike me, Chloe was very shy with people, except with Dominique and I. When I entered the library, I immediately spotted her. She was sitting on the floor in the farthest corner, and reading her favorite book: "How to act like a man". I had never read it personally, but she had recommended it to me. Chloé was very beautiful, with her long blond hair and incredible body. This was something very different between us. She was still wearing her glasses, but she will no longer need them when she is almost sixteen years old. It saddened me when I realized that I would not be there for my two best friends' birthdays.

Late that night, unable to sleep, Chloe found her way to the Adam’s study whic she uses ones a while. Her thoughts were restless as the weight of her father’s awakening lingered in her mind. The reunion had left her feeling unsettled, like she was still on the outside of a family she longed to be part of. Driven by an inexplicable urge to understand more about her family’s legacy, she decided to lose herself in the work of Westbrook Industries. She reached across her desk, feeling for the laptop’s cool surface and pressed the AI voice-command button she had installed some weeks back. The screen reader activated, reading aloud the lines as she navigated her way through the company’s financial

The desire was fleeting; the hatred lingered. Chloe sat naked on the bed, staring at the small bump on her stomach when Hank walked in. He couldn’t help but stare, she was still stunning. She stood and dressed, tears streaming down her face. Chloe missed Arran. She couldn’t accept he was gone; it didn’t feel real. “Chloe,” Hank finally spoke, turning back to her. “I’ve talked to everyone. Now type fast, tell Lucas where the book is so I can bring it to you.” He handed her a phone.

Although she always told herself that and ended up either forgetting or postponing it. Other than the AC problem, Chloe's place was nice. It was a fabulous flat—a one-bedroom apartment with a great kitchen and real hardwood floors. Reluctant to leave—both the apartment and the bed—Chloe moaned and stretched. The erotic novel she had been reading before she slept off the previous night was still on the bed next to her, open to page one-twenty-three. She trailed her finger over the page, then closed her eyes, remembering the way the delicious, decadent words had played over her body, with a little help from her fingers, of course....while thinking about Timothy. She stretched like a cat, tempt

Kate whispered to Lucas. "I’m not!" Chloe snapped. "A human hybrid can’t even shift—let alone have purple eyes." "I know what I saw." Then she froze, eyes widening. "What if she’s a witch? What if my father had an affair with one?" A heavy silence fell over the room. "Stop with the silly ideas, Chloe," Lucas said. "She might be strong, but she’s not a wolf or a witch." "Then how did she beat me?" Chloe fired back. "No one in this academy can match my strength. Not even you, Lucas. I’ve trained for years—and I’ve never faced anything like her."

Anyway, watch out for some weird ass gun kink with our favorite couple. Have fun! P.S. My new book "His Dominant Sub" is out on GoodNovel now, featuring another couple from the Red Room. Do give it a try and let me know what you think. ~ Chloe is standing by the doorway with her hands resting on the straps of her bag and her eyes moving from the smeared blood on the floor straight to my face. Priya is right behind her, chewing on a piece of gum, her brow raised in that classic, investigative way she adopts whenever she smells drama.