Chloe Lukasiak Solo Novels & Stories

She was preparing vegetable soup and lasagna with bread-sticks. Long after, I heard light footsteps approaching and looked towards the entrance to see Khloe walk in as she rubbed her eyes. My breath caught in my throat as I watched her in leggings and a thin sweater that went down to her mid-thighs. She had on socks, and her hair was flowing down her back in waves. She froze when she saw me, and an awkward silence ensued as we stood across the kitchen staring at each other. When we finally broke eye contact, I noticed that her mother had left the kitchen, and I sighed in relief.

Chloe looked at me for a long time. The wind came off the water and moved her hair and she didn’t reach up to fix it, just let it go. “I want them,” she said. “You. Dominic. Lucian.” She said it plainly, without decoration. “Not because it’s what I’m supposed to want or because it worked for someone else. Just because I do.” A pause. “And I want it to be allowed to be messy and slow and not fully figured out. I don’t want to have to have a clean answer before I’m allowed to start.”

Today her hair fell in sleek waves around her shoulders, her makeup sharp, calculated—another mask layered over the truth. Sienna inhaled deeply, centering herself. She wasn’t going to give Chloe the satisfaction of seeing her shaken. She had faced worse storms. She had endured heartbreak, divorce, raising two children alone, and still found the strength to walk into this academy and start anew. Confronting Chloe was nothing compared to what she’d already survived. “Chloe.” The name slipped from her lips, low but unmistakable. Head turned, Chloe’s posture stiffened before she let out a small, mocking laugh.

But I also wouldn't stand there stupidly like last time. What I had to do was make them believe they were safe, then watch with their own eyes as the rope snapped. After we got into the car, Chloe started a livestream. "Hey, everyone! Today Sunny is heading to Eagle's Beak Cliff for an extreme challenge! "Look, behind me are my three besties. They'll be coming with me." She turned the camera toward us. Sienna flashed a peace sign. Molly lowered her head. I looked out the window.

But… He didn't have any friends. Sol was the heir of the Lustburg kingdom. Only another heir of either a church or kingdom could match him. He had never met the current holy daughter of Castitas. Chloe hesitated a little, even though she couldn't read his mind, she could feel the eagerness in his voice, she wasn't the smartest of the bunch, but she also understood a little of what he was feeling. After all, before meeting that redhead–she also felt a little lonely. "My name is Clover. Clover Industria. I am the daughter of Iris Industria as well as a paladin in training and the holy daughter of Industria. Those close to me call me Chloe as it was my original name before being sanctified."

Chloe decided that after she hit the target board five times while moving, she'll practice hitting the eye. Her birthday is coming. She wondered how Lucian and their friends are doing. Prince Ciaran must have known now that she's somehow training. What was his reaction when he heard the news from Jared and Lucian? Chloe smiled slightly at the memory of their kiss. "Stop daydreaming, Chloe. Focus," Neptos called out. Chloe quickly steadied her arms and went back at shooting her arrows. ~O~O~O~ THE brown-haired woman was standing in front of the mirror, combing her hair when she saw it. Red strands mixed with her brown ones. Some were even from the roots of her hair! When she mentioned it to H

She was a bit taken aback. After a brief moment of silence, thunderous applause erupted. She felt a bit overwhelmed by the attention. Naturally quiet and reserved, Chloe had always been cautious in this mixed crowd, but the regulars had grown accustomed to her presence and enjoyed communicating with her through her music. Nodding slightly, Chloe sat down at the piano. Instantly, her slender, pale fingers began to dance across the keys, producing a stream of smooth, powerful, yet graceful notes that filled the room. The guests seemed enchanted, their worries melting away.

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.

"But I need to do this on my own. I hope you understand." Aiden nodded, his eyes locking with Chloe's for a moment before he turned and walked away. Chloe spent the next few days in solitude, taking time to reflect on her life and where she wanted to go from there. She was grateful for the opportunity to recharge and focus on her own needs. But the silence was broken one evening when Liam called her up. "Hey, Chloe. How have you been?" Liam asked, his voice warm and friendly. Chloe's heart skipped a beat. Liam was ruggedly handsome, with a charming smile that could light up a room. But he was also a bit of a wild card - unpredictable and spontaneous.