Chloe Schnapp Age Novels & Stories

This was their only way back to the top. "Hello. I'm Xavier Grayson, a freshman at—" Chloe had just managed to escape a circle of admirers. Her eyes were fixed on the magnolia tree, and she could see Liam was preparing to leave. She had no patience for Xavier. "Sorry," she interrupted, not even looking up at him as she tried to dodge past. "You're blocking my way." At sixteen, Chloe was draped in the arrogance of youth. She brushed past Xavier without a second glance.

Chloe. She looked radiant in a simple lilac dress, her dark hair pulled back elegantly, her smile warm as she waved. Over the years, she had been a constant in his life—a friend, a steady presence, someone who had helped him navigate both fatherhood and business. There had never been a spark of romance between them, though others speculated. She was simply…Chloe. A breath of ease in his storm. “You made it,” Ares said, moving toward her. “Of course I did,” she replied. “I wouldn’t miss my godchildren’s big day. Seven years old already! Can you believe it?”

Chloe exhaled before taking the book and trudging toward the shelf. “I didn't sell my trust to anyone.” She said. “But you fell for her tricks.” Ace continued. “Yeah because I thought she hated Hayley, which she did.” Chloe muttered. “Could you both stop this cousin drama?” Earnestine let out. “It's not a drama. It's the fact. Chloe is twenty years old and she's about to enter the university. She needs to know a few things.” “Perhaps, I'm destined to be alone." Chloe said before leaving.

No one seems capable of uttering a single word, let alone forming a coherent thought. Winter's unimpressed expression speaks volumes for the rest of us. "Chloe," she begins, concern lacing her voice, "isn't he a bit young for you?" Chloe shrugs, her lips forming a pout as she tries to defend her choice. "I don't see the problem here. I'm 17, and he's 18. What's wrong with that?" Scarlett's gaze sweeps over Vivaldi's tiny frame, her disbelief written all over her face. "No way in heck!" she bursts out. "There's just no way this pint-sized dude is older than you!"

Chloe stopped and turned to look at him, her eyes filled with unshed tears. She tugged at her beautiful dress that was stained with red wine. Droplets still dripped onto the floor. "I didn't invite you to my birthday party to humiliate me, Daniel." It was obvious that Susan was behind it. Chloe was the youngest daughter of Ryan Summer, the Chairman of the Summer Corporation. She had three older brothers. She was showered with endless affection from the moment she was born. Chloe started acting at sixteen and, by twenty, she had already won major awards in the entertainment industry, thus becoming the most sought-after actress.

Chloe is outside with our parents, chatting with Rory as Adam, Rory and Dean’s one-year-old son, plays in the yard. “It does,” he says and flicks his eyes to Dean. “Brace yourself for her disappointment. We’re leaning toward something small without announcing the date to anyone but family.” “Give Rory a fake date then,” Mason quips, sliding a beer over to me. “One months ahead of when you actually want to get married.” Sam lets out a snort of laughter. “That’s not a bad idea. This whole being famous by association is fucking weird,” he admits. Chloe is a bestselling author with a very successful TV show based off of her series and has a huge fanbase. “Anyway, how’s work?”

The sight of these middle-aged men, many in their 40s and 50s, humbling themselves before a young woman who was barely in her 20s was nothing short of shameless flattery. Chloe was fuming, her head throbbing with anger.

"No it's not, if you work on it. So you've just been in U.S. for the past three months, brooding? No wonder you lost weight." Chloe forced a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "I met someone else, a Korean." Her eyes were trained in her sister's, hers speaking of recognition of her guilt, and seeming to say she was free to judge her. "So, you two are good?" Jade noted the look of shock on her sister's face, truth was that she felt she was done being Chloe's chaperon. It was high time she started handling her own situation herself. After all at twenty two, she had become the head of the family and trained herself in college, while going for modelling shoots and combining them with being the c

"Then he is not impotent, right? Have you tried?" Ellena did not answer her vulgar question. Chloe turned her head and teased Nicklaus with a smile. "Little cutie, how old are you?" Nicklaus blushed again. "I'm fourteen years old." "Oh, you are so tall when you are fourteen years old. You will be a handsome man when you grow up." Nicklaus was not humble. "I think so." Ellena, who had already experienced Nicklaus's narcissism, was already immune to it. Chloe was surprised at first, but then she hugged her belly and laughed.

Dana POV: Dana Travis Not Dana Witting Chloe Pennington is a plump, middle-aged woman who radiates a no-nonsense air. When we shake hands in the reception area of her firm, there is an instant warmth to her grip that tells me that she is a woman juggling a busy home life with a thriving career, undoubtedly married with children. "I like you already, Dana," Chloe says, her hazel eyes scanning me with approval. "You are exactly right on time. Wait . . . is that Sauvage? Your perfume?"