Chloe Schnapp Age Novels & Stories

“How could he know Miss Chloe? Impossible!” The moment he saw Chloe, Mickey’s expression changed and he gasped out loud. “Mickey-baby, who’s Chloe Sommerset exactly?” Jennie asked curiously. Chloe had always kept a low profile and rarely ever joined the Riverdale elites in their parties, so very few people knew about her. If it were not for Philip, she would not have organized this birthday party today either. “She’s the granddaughter of Old Master Sommerset from Capital City and Hans Sommerset’s youngest daughter.”

Noah stammered, his scent souring with fear. “I invited her,” Chloe interrupted. Her crimson lipstick looked like fresh blood, and she had wrapped a matching silk ribbon into a perfect bow over the silver-blade scar on her wrist. At nearly six feet tall, she looked every bit the high-born Kinton heir. “Chloe, leave her out of our pack politics,” Noah hissed, trying to grab my hand. “Is this the Ryder Global mess hall, Noah? The meat looks exquisite,” I said, stepping back so his fingers missed my skin.

Two hours later , Chloe was still on the files yawning every now and then . " Tiana kings , an upcoming actress and model with two million followers, featured in five movies that has million views,Chloe mumbled out loud , and zoomed in on the actress picture on her desktop. She was dressed in a bikini, standing by the poolside , her red hair dancing in the wind, Chloe gave her a thorough head to toe check and nodded . Popularity- check Skin - check Status - check Perfect ! She turned in her chair and massaged her temples warily. A soft know landed on her door for Darlyn to ease himself in .

She starts telling me about her only son as she continues making sure I’ll fit in the dress. "He is twenty-two... and definitely not a shit man, I made sure of that," she clarifies, making me laugh, then she stops and stares at me, "How old are you?" "Twenty-six." "Still perfect age for him!" she states, "You two would make beautiful babies." "She's dating someone already," Chloe mentions. Probably just to help me get away from this, because I just spent ten minutes in the car clarifying Bram isn't my boyfriend, "We're not sure if he's a shit man, though."

The weight of the past pressed onto my chest, making it hard to breathe. And then— A soft knock at the door. My jaw tightened. “Come in.” The door opened… And time froze. Chloe stepped inside like she owned the room. Same perfect posture. Same diamond smile. Same scent she always wore when she wanted something—something expensive, sharp, and poisonous. Her dress shimmered silver, matching the coldness in her eyes. But her face… Her face was older. Hardened. Life hadn’t been kind to her—not since what happened five years ago.

Chloe was a jobless twenty-five years old living with her parents when she got kicked out of her house. When this happened, Chloe was livid. She had naturally never expected that her parents would kick her out so soon. As to why they did? A little summary of Chloe’s life will suffice.

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.

"Chloe, darling. Are you ready for school?" I heard Mary's voice followed by a knock on my door. "I'll be out in a minute, Mary." I shouted back to our maid as I quickly outlined my lips with a lip gloss. It was the first day of our senior year and I wanted to look perfect as always. Thanks to my parents, I was blessed with good genes so I didn't have to try too much to look good. I took one final look at myself in the mirror and found a young girl with straight blonde hair and sparkling green eyes, staring right back at me. After straightening out my crop top, I grabbed my back pack and walked out of my room. I was greeted by an empty living room as usual. My mom died when I was three

She looked at me, out of words to say. Chloe has the upper ace here. She's the daughter of the Vice President of the Students' Academic Affairs. I'm brave, and I know that. It's just not the same bravery to fight physically with no good reason at all. I know what lies beneath the wind. Lastly, we're just newbies here, and I don't want to mess up around. So as much as possible, stay calm, composed, and act like a college student. Physical fights are meant for high school and elementary school.

Emerging from the woods to the pack house, Chloe was sweating and panting. She had taken her usual morning run alone and was returning for work. Several heads turned towards her as she strode past them, and she saw the look of disdain on their faces. She was already used to the stares and whispers from the pack members. She had been enduring them since her eighteenth year birthday. She had been excited to become eighteen as it was the age she could meet and bond with her mate. Fortunately, she did find her mate on her birthday. Unfortunately, he rejected her.