Chloe Lukasiak Glasses Novels & Stories

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.

Nico seemed to have forgotten the old saying: a wolf travels a thousand miles to hunt, but a dog will do the same for a pile of shit. I tapped the screen: "Is that all they've got?" As if provoked, Livia immediately sent over several surveillance videos and Instagram screenshots. "Of course not! Look at what she's wearing!" The first video was from a shooting range. Chloe was in a tight tactical suit, holding the spare Glock I hadn't melted down. She was desperately trying to mimic my stance, right down to my habit of squinting my left eye. But the recoil sent her stumbling back awkwardly.

"You know that you look ridiculous, right?" Chloe said as she walked beside me across the quad. I glared over at her from under my sunglasses as she tucked her hair behind her ear. My eyes rolled over her outfit, and I internally grumbled at her long sleeve blue top, standard carpi pants, and white vans. If she had listened to me when we were getting dressed, I wouldn't look so ridiculous. My hair was tucked under my black hoodie, and I wore the same dark pair of skinny jeans that I did at the party.

Jordan gave me 20 minutes to get dressed before leaving. I took almost 40 minutes. What kind of woman would I be If I got ready under the exact time he gave? Downstairs, Chloe sat at the dining table hard at work. She wore an oversized shirt over black biker shorts, and drew her knees up to her chin as she typed furiously on her laptop. Her natural blond hair was up in a messy bun, and she wore her wire rimmed glasses which she'd hated since she first got them in senior year, high school. She looked hot as hell! She took her eyes off work, and turned her attention to me briefly when I got downstairs.

AUTHOR’S POV. The moment she violently through the heavy glass doors of the massive lecture hall, Sienna instantly adjusted her expensive designer tote bag on her shoulder. Slipping on a pair of oversized Prada sunglasses to block out the blinding midday LA sun, she merged into the crowded campus walkways, swarming with bustling students. Checking her glowing phone screen, she frowned deeply. Luca had blatantly left her last three text messages sitting casually on 'Read' for over an hour. Running rapidly up the concrete campus steps, Chloe—the girl in the sheer mesh dress from the championship frat party—waved frantically toward her. She was currently holding two massive iced matchas, lookin

She wore her preferred things, stared at herself in the mirror, and admired her appearance. After a few minutes of self-admiration, Chloe sat in front of her dresser and began with her makeup. She sported Classic Smokey Eye makeup, and her gray eyes looked particularly desirable in dusky red and plum smokey shades with a Power Bullet Matte Lipstick glaring on her lip. Chloe styled her hair into a wispy bang as she completed her look. "The operation to get my man back is a go." She said to herself in the mirror with a smile and confidence.

Chloe walked in, still wearing her black dress.The fake, bright look she used for the cameras had melted away. In her hands, she held a bottle of wine and two crystal glasses. "I think we both need this," she said. She sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped under her weight. She poured the wine. It was dark red, almost like blood. She handed me a glass. I sat up, my head spinning a little from the long day, and took a big gulp. It was bitter and cold.

Grandfather Oswald's complete transition to his granddaughter. Inside a glass pavilion built to float above the calm Caribbean sea, Chloe stood in front of a giant mirror. Sixty of the world's best makeup artists are making sure their masterpieces don't have a single gap. Chloe's thick black hair was tied in a neat bun leaving a few elegant strands on the side of her face. Her dress was not an ordinary cocktail dress, but a black couture made from a mixture of ancient silk and transparent bulletproof kevlar, exuding a deadly charm and class that could not be bought.

"She’s coming here." As the woman approached the desk, Chloe straightened her back. "Welcome to Laurent Fashion, Ma’am. Do you have an appointment with the CEO? I can check the—" The woman stopped. She didn't smile. She slowly pulled off her gold-rimmed sunglasses, revealing eyes of a piercing, violet-blue. Chloe’s heart skipped a beat. Those eyes. She had seen them before, but they had been hidden behind smudged, thick glass. No. It was impossible.

eventually force the Demon to intervene? How many more glasses can Chloe take before she loses that "elegant" composure?