Chloe Lukasiak Solo Novels & Stories

Chloe. Calling.

Chloe called out and to my shocking beat started playing in the background. I looked in the direction of the music and smile when I saw who had turned it on, no other than Lukas, I looked forward and saw Katherine dancing to the beat while Chloe nods her head as she watched Katherine, she looked at Ava and the director, they nod their head like telling her to do what she wishes.

She vowed to stay out of the way as much as possible. With Liam in her life now she was starting to understand what it meant to have someone passionately, to have the drive to be with them and she didn't want to be in the way of Kyle finding the right guy. Chloe stepped out of the bathroom. Her hair was parted straight down the middle, and she had straightened it, so it fell in a perfect aqua sheet just above her shoulders. She was wearing a sleeveless one-shoulder knee-length crepe dress with a leather-paneled bodice. She wore her black Louboutin heels that were meant to pair with whatever she had left out and walked out to Kyle who had been patiently waiting. He swallowed but other than th

The fabricated strategy-theft article had been pulled down by *The Westmore Insider* at dawn, yet the toxic damage remained. I hadn't seen Luca directly, but the bitter taste in my mouth was his flavor. Suddenly, a phone screen flashed inches from my face. Chloe, the campus TikToker, slid into my path with a wide, fake grin that didn't reach her eyes. She moved like a predator closing in on wounded prey.

So brightly my own teeth hurt. “Oh.” Lucas chewed. Swallowed. “Is he coming back today?” “Not today, sweetheart.” “Tomorrow?” “I’m not sure yet. We’ll figure it out.” Lucas nodded. He took another bite and didn’t ask anything else. He had the expression of a seven-year-old who’d learned to stop pushing when adults rearranged their faces. Chloe appeared four minutes later. Fully dressed, ponytail already done—she’d been doing it herself since she was five, refusing help, producing results that were technically correct and architecturally questionable.

"She has two master's degrees from Europe. Her bloodline is flawless. If you publicly claim her, the entire high council will back you without question. The panic will vanish, replaced by wedding celebrations." Staring at the older man, Kai couldn't deny the logic. Chloe was beautiful. She was exactly what a traditional Luna was supposed to look like. When she cried into his shirt, his Alpha instincts had flared up, wanting to protect her. "She is hot, Sullivan. I won't lie," Kai finally admitted, leaning back against the cushions. Sullivan’s smile widened into a victorious grin. "Then it is settled. I will arrange a private dinner for the two of you—"

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.

Nothing would stop me now. As I left their room, I took one last glance at their peaceful faces. "Goodnight, my loves," I whispered. "I promise you, everything will be alright." The flickering nightlight cast long shadows across the floor, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I could feel the darkness that lived inside me stir with excitement. And a voice whispered in my head, “The world will soon know our name, Luna Wicken, and they will learn to fear it.”

"Amanda, I just wanted to greet Lucas. I hope we can take care of each other during the upcoming work." Neither Lucas nor Amanda had a good impression of her, especially Amanda. Having worked in the entertainment industry for many years, she had seen all sorts of people. While many female stars had their ambitions, they usually concealed them to some extent. Chloe, however, wore her ambitions openly on her sleeve. From the moment she entered, although she spoke to Amanda and Lucas, her eyes were fixed firmly on Allen Parker, scanning him from head to toe like a scanner. Chloe smiled and said softly, "Boss, your tie looks great today. Did your stylist pick it out for you?"

Damn, nosy males. Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped myself in a towel, then wrapped my hair in another one. I grabbed my old paddle brush and went to sit down at the vanity. I kinda wish we could link Cleo. I would like to talk with her more. I liked her, Aura said. Yea. I think we can still link Blaine and Lainee since we're still in their pack, I retorted. Yes! Let's try it! She replied excitedly.