Chopper Blushing Novels & Stories

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]

Among the higher-ranking members of the pack, only Gamma James supports our bond. “Done!” Chloe says cheerfully, stepping away so I can look at myself in the mirror, and I realize I’ve been so lost in thought I’ve barely paid attention to her work. When I gaze at my reflection, I can hardly recognize the girl staring back at me. My long blond hair has been pulled back into a sweeping half-up-half-down braid, with small gold-and-emerald flowers pinned into the plaits. I gasp in delight as I realize the hairpin colours perfectly match my eyes. My lips have been painted a delicate, blushing pink, and my eyes have been lined with gold. I look unlike I’ve seen myself before–stunning, statuesque,

Something in the way I blushed must have alerted her because Chloe said, out of the blue, "Mr. Bletchflap, are you a virgin?" I stuttered in embarrassment not knowing what to say. Brigitte laughed at my response or rather lack of it. "Oh this is fucking fantastic! Don't you and Miss Stricker ever do it? Are you waiting to get married? Oh I would love to see her face if she were to find out that we'd popped your cherry!"

I held up the scalpel, silencing them before they could speak, “We know he is a distant cousin of yours, Jameson. No need to lie and say otherwise. Why is he here? How did he get here? Answer with your words, or I’ll carve the truth from your meatsuits.” It was Chloe, the bottle blonde, that whimpered and cried. There was always a crier in the group. Her chains rattled against the wall as she shuffled as far away from me as possible. “We don’t know anything! You’d seriously torture us? We’re—We’re girls!” Her voice cracked. I stood and walked over to her, twirling the scalpel between my fingers as she cringed away. As I knelt, her eyes grew wide with terror. The sight was like a drug. “Do yo

Rain lashes inside, soaking the concrete. I burst out into the storm. The wind hits me, roaring in my ears. The rain is coming down in sheets, reducing visibility to zero. But I don't need to see. I can smell them. Wet dog. Fear. And the sweet, milky scent of a newborn. "Chopper is waving off!" one of the mercenaries screams over the wind. He’s standing near the edge of the helipad, shielding his eyes against the spotlight of a helicopter hovering precariously in the turbulence.

Next to the jar is a small scoop seated on a folded towel. I’m not going to enjoy what’s about to come next. Or maybe I will? Pain does make me hard sometimes. I mentally hum. No. This will suck. Unless it’s Jase or Carley causing me pain, I don’t think this will make me horny. Damn. Razor grabs the little melon scoop. It’s not sharp, so this is going to be very painful. “Don’t worry, purdy eyes. I’m gonna take good care o’ your eye. It’ll be my most prized possession. Who knows, maybe I’ll add the whole Chaos set once my pet storm delivers them to me.”

They had finally broken through the storm. "Here! We're over here!" Danny yelled, waving his arms with all his might. The chopper slowly descended onto the helipad, its rotors kicking up snow that stung our faces like tiny blades. The side door slid open, and several fully-armed soldiers jumped out. Chloe immediately ran toward them. She smoothed her messy hair and instantly put on her sweet, innocent expression. "Officers, thank God you're here! I'm Chloe, the influencer. I have millions of followers. You have to save me first. I can pay you a lot..."

"Slap!" Kevin Blue’s hand whipped across Chloe’s face, the force of the blow ringing in her ears. He grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back with agonizing force. He ripped the tape from her mouth, a nauseating smile on his lips. "Chloe Bishop, you’re finally in my hands. Today, I’m going to let you taste the true meaning of despair."

As long as her claws refrained from exposing that mutilated skin to the ambient light, her system could still successfully simulate the appearance of a normal, unblemished alpha asset on the circuit! The exact pulse her weight settled into the center chair on the main stage, a hotel server drifted close to her position holding a crystal goblet of glacier water. Chloe lifted her eyes to audit the server's facial metrics, and her internal processor hit a sudden spike of recognition—she knew this asset from the old pack wars! Chloe was just about to bark an immediate defensive command to her bodyguard line when a razor-sharp steel dagger sliced cleanly across the pale, slender skin of her throa

Aurora held her breath. Her hand flinched involuntarily in Chloe’s grip. “Anything wrong?” Chloe asked, flashing those innocent eyes. Aurora’s heart was racing in her chest. She swallowed and answered in a dry voice, “…No.” “Well good.” Chloe smiled, “Because I figured, there is no better nail polish…than your own blood.” She clenched Aurora’s hand and shoved the bamboo splinter right under Aurora’s thumbnail.