Glitter Force Chloe Novels & Stories

Chloe reached her manicured hands up to the wide collar of my oversized gray sweater, and she intentionally pulled the thick knit fabric down her shoulder to expose a deep, revealing amount of cleavage. She tossed her long blonde hair over her bare skin and ran her pink tongue slowly over her bottom lip in a blatant, shameless display of flirtation. She ignored my existence in the room and focused all of her hungry, desperate attention on the billionaire who had just broken her boyfriend's arm in the street. "Well, who is this?" she purred at Maximilian while batting her long eyelashes.

Her cheeks coiled into a smile and I draped my hands on her waist, "may we dance together?" She nodded in reply. ..... Chloe's POV Feeling bored, I have been staring at the clock observing as the hand keeps moving. I have been laying on the bed expecting Xavier walking through the doors stepping into the room. It just hit 10:56. Isn't that really late in the hour of the night? Where is he? I pondered. I shut my eyes and I tried to sleep but I couldn't wondering when Xavier's gonna get home. Xavier's POV

**Chapter 93: Summer Heat** The summer sun blazed over Eldridge City, turning the skyline into a shimmering mirage. Chloe stood in the private infinity pool at the estate, water cascading over her generous curves as she floated lazily. Her one-piece swimsuit — custom-designed in deep crimson — hugged her heavy breasts and soft belly while accentuating the wide flare of her hips and thick thighs. She felt powerful, desired, and completely in control. The Paris launch had been a resounding success, but the ripples from Damien Cross’s growing boldness continued to spread.

Suddenly, the ground in front of Harper exploded. A figure rose from the sand, a woman in flowing crimson silk, her skin as pale as marble and covered in glowing purple veins. She didn't wear tech. She didn't need it. She was High Priestess Xanthe, the one who had taken over after Malakai was crushed. Xanthe raised her hands, and the desert sand rose with them. The sand solidified in mid-air, turning into razor-sharp shards of glass, propelled by her psychic fury. "Architect's chosen..." Xanthe stared at Harper’s hidden mech. "You dare to touch the sacred star?"

Flash after flash illuminated the room as we posed with other attendees, soaking in the limelight and reveling in the moment. Amidst the crowd, Aunt Serene, beckoned me over. Her elegant gown shimmered in shades of emerald green, reflecting her timeless grace. She introduced me to several famous brand ambassadors, their names whispered in awe: Jacob Barnes, the iconic face of luxury watches; Isabella Martinez, renowned for her ethereal beauty and grace; and James Sullivan, a charismatic influencer with a magnetic smile.

The gold flecks in his dark irises were ablaze. "But I do not run a charity," he whispered, his thumb grazing her lower lip. A jolt of electricity shot straight to her core, making her breath catch. "You brought the Vanguard deal to a standstill. You humiliated Liam, which I applaud, but you also disrupted my ecosystem. What are you playing at, little bird?" Chloe swallowed hard. The System's golden timer was ticking down in the corner of her vision. 23:54:10. She had no leverage, no physical strength, and nowhere to run. She only had her intellect.

Chloe had gone all out ice sculptures, a live string quartet, a floating dance floor lit from beneath like glass over water. And at the center of it all stood Chloe herself. She wore white. Not innocent white weaponized white. A fitted gown with a plunging neckline, diamonds dripping from her ears like punctuation marks. She laughed loudly, one manicured hand resting possessively on her hip as she held court. Her eyes found Elena within seconds. The smile Chloe gave her was slow. Deliberate. Predatory. “Oh,” Chloe said, loud enough for the people around her to hear. “She came.”

Chloe had already walked up to Lorenzo. She was tall and lean, standing nearly 5'9". Coupled with her cool aura, she didn't lose an inch of presence standing before this 6'2" powerhouse of a man. Their energies collided in the air—hers as forbidden as ice, his as intense as fire. Lorenzo looked at the girl, a flicker of cold annoyance in his eyes at the intrusion. Chloe stopped just outside his social bubble and pulled off her mask, revealing a stunning face.

Just as I finished, my mother shoved my head on the glass wall again as she kept hollering, "Dream on! I designated Harold as my heir last year already! Whoever he marries will inherit the company with him!" Though everyone was stunned by her words and regarded Harold with even more admiration, that was when an elderly but strong voice boomed in the gala hall behind us, "Quincy Waltz! I dare you to say that again!"

Feeling Damon's hostile gaze, Liam pushed on. "Chloe is the jewel of the Miller family. She can be a bit eccentric, but she's a genius from Yale Law, graduated with highest honors!" Chloe propped her chin on her hands, leaning across the conference table and batting her eyelashes at him. "Mr. Blackwood, I've looked at your case. It's super simple!" "The other side's energy field is very dark, but I'll defeat them with love and light and make them feel the judgment of the universe!"