Chloe Lukasiak Glasses Novels & Stories

“Oh we are absolutely getting naked tonight.” “Can you calm down?” “No.” Chloe suddenly squealed from across the room. “There’s makeup too!” She pulled out an expensive makeup kit like she had just discovered treasure. “I’m stealing this when we leave.” “You’ll get arrested,” Tina deadpanned. “Worth it.” There were curling irons, brushes, perfume, skincare, hair clips… literally everything. I honestly didn’t know what shocked me more. The effort. Or the fact Klaus paid attention to details like this.

“Doesn’t she look beautiful, Caroline?” Caroline looks up. Her smile is small and perfect and cold. “Stunning as always, Serena. That coat is divine.” “Thank you.” My voice is polite the way Liam likes. Chloe finally lifts her eyes. She is twenty-four, three years younger than me, but sometimes she looks fifteen with that baby face and huge blue eyes. Today her blonde hair is in two low braids, innocent schoolgirl style, but the dress she’s wearing costs five thousand dollars and shows half her chest. She stands up and hugs me, arms tight around my neck, perfume sweet and heavy.

They fucking knew what they were doing. Chloe is wearing a white pantsuit, custom-tailored for her. I didn't think I'd be able to guess her exact measurements, but man, was I wrong. The fabric embraces her curves perfectly. Her smooth, shiny blonde hair is neatly swept into a bun at the nape of her neck. Her cheeks are rosy, as if kissed by the sun, her blue eyes accentuated by a touch of thin black eyeliner, and her lips…. Fuck, those pink lips will be the death of me.

Klaus acknowledged him and left almost immediately. Chloe arrived at a classic Italian restaurant that she and Daisy frequented whenever they wanted to catch-up . She chose to sit at a table close to the window so she could see the view of the city from there. In her disguise, dressed in a knee length body fitted gown and flat shoes , a shawl covered her hair tied at her neck ,and a pair of dark shades covered her eyes.

Chloe’s face turned pale again. What she said was clearly an excuse! Couldn’t Lance figure that out? And she was dressed in a tight-fit dress with high heels. There was no way she could play dodge ball in a dusty field with these soldiers! She would look like a complete idiot! “No,” Chloe forced a smile. “No thank you…” “We can use one more person on our team.” Kaelan chimed in and said, “Miss Chloe, I heard that you are a noble in Silver Blade Pack. Surely you have a very strong wolf. So to meet your standard, we will use a better ball next round.”

“The launch hasn’t even officially started yet.” Near the center of the hall, Sophia Rothwell and Chloe Williams moved deeper inside the venue together. Sophia stopped first, her eyes locking onto the massive campaign screen above the staircase where Clara appeared sitting elegantly with one of the signature bags beside her. Diamonds reflected softly against her skin while the pose looked effortless, like she belonged there more than the brand itself. Chloe folded her arms slowly while staring at the screen. “She really became the face of this launch,” she muttered coldly, her voice carrying irritation she didn’t bother hiding anymore. “She knows how to make people obsessed with her.”

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.

Her eyes were glued to the mysterious male and his to her even when she was no more than a foot away from him. "Your drinks." Chloe managed to get out as she carefully placed glass after glass of bourbon onto the table, all eyes suddenly her as if she was a piece of meat they were starved lions. "Can I get you anything else?" "What's your name?" Lucas Wolfe finally spoke up, his eyes holding Chloe's gaze. "Chloe." She replied timidly. Nothing about Lucas' expression changed, his features giving away nothing about what he was thinking. Finally, he smirked, eyes glowing dangerously. "Thank you for the drinks, Chloe."

"It only has one bedroom. Iris can't even find a room." I sat on the sofa next to Luke, my hands clenched in my lap. I remained silent watching the scene unfold before me. "She chose it," Luke said, holding my hand tightly. Chloe’s gaze landed on me, analyzing me from head to toe with clear disapproval. "Who is she?" she asked, her tone sharp. This was my chance. I leaned down and carefully took off the brown contacts from my eyes. It had been so long since I had let anyone see their true color. I blinked a few times, letting my vision adjust, before I lifted my head to face her.

He pressed his face against the window, squinting to get a better look. Standing off in the kitchen was, Chloe , her back to the window. Shading his eyes from the glare of the setting sun, Lucas cocked his head slightly. He watched her move about the length of the counter, her long, auburn hair pulled back in a high ponytail. He was mesmerized by the way her ponytail swayed softly against her short pink T. And she was wearing those shorts! Damn! The way her ass would slightly peek out from the tight black silk material when she would move this way or that?