Chloe Noir Novels & Stories

I was in my office, going through some papers about our pack's hospital, when I heard a light knock on the door. I would recognize that beat anywhere. Was her. Chloe. “Come in,” I replied, then turned my attention back to my work. I felt her light footsteps as she stopped in front of my desk. I waited for her to say something, but she remained quiet, so I finally lifted my head and met those beautiful gray eyes that I always got lost in. She was dressed simply, in jeans, sneakers, a black punk rock band t-shirt and a red plaid sweater. His jacket was pressed tightly against his chest. Her heavenly scent was driving me crazy.

* * * * A few days later, a controversial post from a popular blogger rocked the entire nation, leaving the public stunned and skeptical. [ BOMBSHELL ALLEGATIONS ROCK HIGH SOCIETY: CHLOE CLERMONT AND DYLAN DUPONT'S SECRET ROMANCE EXPOSED! In a stunning revelation that's sending shockwaves through the upper echelons of society, sources close to the Clermont family have come forward with allegations that Chloe Clermont, the CEO of B. Fragrance and the eldest daughter of the renowned Clermont Family, has been hiding a dirty, little secret. And it's about to blow her perfect facade to smithereens!

Chloe agreed, her face resuming the fierce look it had earlier. Chloe is a dark chocolate-skinned girl with a nose pointing towards heaven. Her eyes, which she was blessed with, are tiny with deep blue orbs that always glittered in the light. She had dark curls that stopped above her bosom and beautiful straight legs that drew men's attention to her. She had taken after her mother in looks, but in color, she was the exact copy of her grandmother. Her IQ wasn't too great, so she always had to depend on her little sister to understand things.

He added. "Wow! I guess our plans fit perfectly well. An auction could help you raise more funds for the good course, don't you think?" Chloe asked, grinning from ear to ear. "Can you elaborate on that?" Blake suggested. Chloe leaned closer and began to narrate her plan. **** Several hours later, Chloe stared at herself in her dressing mirror, enveloped in the crisp scents of autumn cologne. She was wearing a black maxi bodycon gown with a sweetheart neckline and fluffy feathered white long sleeves which are detached from the gown. Her black stiletto heels and her Black crystal-covered purse matched her outfit perfectly.

I heard my daughter say and I turned away from the glow of purple eyes. "My closest men, Delmar and Calypso will stay." The two men who came with us stepped forward and bowed their heads to my daughter, "Princess Chloe, it is a pleasure to serve you." Calypso, a dark skinned man who was tall and well muscled. His white shirt strained against his muscles as he moved. "Please, call me Clo." She smiled

I just can’t resist the imagination that these two girls had. I just throw a smile at them doesn’t know what to say! “By the way, the name’s Callie” Said by the girl with a shot blonde hair. “And I’m Myrine” Also introduced by the girl with a long black hair. “And I’m--“ I wasn’t able to finish my words as Callie cuts my words. “Khloe Maureen Neufeld” Cuts by Callie “Schubert?” Added by Myrine “Well, maybe in the near future” She reasoned out.

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

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.

The Vanguard Syndicate Tower pierced the gray morning sky like a spear of black glass and chrome. Inside the eightieth-floor boardroom, the air was practically vibrating with the scent of old money, espresso, and cutthroat ambition. Chloe stepped out of the private elevator, her reflection catching in the polished steel doors. The woman staring back at her was a stranger. L'Étoile Noir had delivered flawlessly. Gone were the threadbare clothes and the hollowed-out posture of a broken wife. She wore a sharply tailored, blood-red power suit that fit her like a second skin, paired with stiletto heels that clicked against the marble floor with the cadence of a firing squad. Her blonde hair, prev

Chloe was standing there with green eyes looking untouched. “Who the hell are you?” Rosa asked. Chloe's smirk deepened, her eyes becoming green, her skin becoming white. “That is for me to know and for you to dot.dot.dot. Or you can simply ask your boyfriend. The king of all secrets”