Paige Chloe Novels & Stories

Jellyfish type of fishy… Paige was someone who actually heard everything intently before giving her unbiased opinion. And most of the time, she didn’t even care! “Liv, if you act nice, Ryan and Kaylee are ready to be your friends. That will make us all popular!” Paige explained. “Why can’t you just act nice for once?” She huffed. Act what now? Is she okay? Did someone shock her with like a gazillion volts of lightning or something? This cannot be what Paige came up with on her own! Paige was real! She wasn’t a fabricated person running after popularity!

Ugh …" Kent wasn't thrilled about that prospect. Lately, he hadn't been going out much, choosing instead to spend his evenings drinking at Zachary's place after work. Amid Keep's lack of response, the post subtly gained momentum, eventually making its way onto the trending topics. While Joey waited for Caleb to call, she also scrolled through her fans' comments from the post. "So, Chloe gets all famous for designing Yvette's gown, and now even the pearls she buys are like a hot commodity. And Caleb from Keep? Dude's throwing money around just to get them pearls. "I mean, Imperia heiress—that's basically a living princess. Why bother buying pearls?

"So I've heard. Our pack doesn't really have connections with that pack. Alpha Tate had only been there that day to meet him since he's a fairly new alpha- only been in for two years." "That's smart. When his daughter, Jamie, becomes alpha this pack with really not want to have ties with them. She's the biggest slut on the planet as far as I'm concerned," I said seriously, taking a sip of my beverage. Cleo chuckled. "I'm sure. Most Alpha kids are, I mean look at Tate," she blurted out. I know I should've been upset but I had already known that, although it did sting. As if just realizing what she said, Cleo's eyes went wide. "Shit Channing I'm sorry I-"

But, what really caught my attention was the beat box she has stowed away underneath the table. " You play beat box?" I asked. "Just a hobby." She sat at the edge of her bed; hugging a pillow. "Could you play me a beat?" "Nah." "Please?" "No." she sternly said. "Buzz kill." "Are you always this nosy?" she asked. "Even when you're injured, you're still annoying." "Yeah, it's one of my many qualities that make girls go gaga over me." **** Chloe's POV What has become of my life?

She asked him in a whispering tone. "I said, I love you and I want you" he replied. Paige lowered her gaze and gave a soft chuckle. It sounded like dream to her. Paige was just a nineteen year old girl while Nate was a year older than she is. She was more than 5ft tall with dark brown hair. Her eyes were light brown with her hairy lashes. She was very light skinned but very beautiful at the same time. Her beautiful heart face that matches with every other thing that's on it. Her nose, lips, eyes, everything was just perfectly made.

Chapter 123 – Power Shift Paige arrived at Reed Corporation thirty minutes early, determined to make a statement. She headed straight to Aria's office, which she shared with three other colleagues,one man and two women. For months, Paige had earned everyone's respect by flaunting her engagement to Noel Black. She'd only stopped about a month ago when news of the accident broke. But Noel was still known as the soon-to-be heir of New York City's most powerful family, and that carried weight.

She had been expecting either Grandma or even the make-up artist who left earlier to check if Rain had arrived as per her request but it wasn't any of those two, it was Cedric looking he just walked out of a mafia runway magazine. Paige felt her breath hitch in her throat as she allowed her gaze to fall on him, checking him out of hair to toe. Why the fuck did the stylist think it was okay to flaunt his thighs like that, she remembered vividly riding those thighs some weeks ago and… “Like what you see?” Paige immediately shook her head, “I mean, I'm just surprised to see you here, that's all,” She lied, clearing her throat to hide the pink tinting her cheeks.

“Welcome back, Ms. Paige.” The words landed heavier than chains. She stepped fully inside. And then she saw her. Chloe stood at the top of the grand staircase, one hand resting lightly on the banister. She wore black not for fashion. For mourning. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders like a veil, but her face was bare of softness. No smirk. No dramatics. Just loathing. “You’re back,” Chloe said. Her voice echoed in the cavernous space. Elena looked up, meeting her gaze without flinching.

In a fit of anger, I tore the lingerie off my body and threw on a tee and shorts, then began pacing around the room. A few minutes later, Veronica, one of my friends, came inside the room and sat on the bed. “What happened? Why are you pacing around?” she asked. “That bitch is beginning to annoy me,” I growled. “Uh? Who are you talking about?” “Paige of course,” I spat. Veronica stared at me like I had suddenly grown two heads. “Are you out of your mind, Chloe? Why would you use such a word on the Luna?” she whispered, pulling me to sit down.

Lila said casually as she tucked her hair behind her ears, "what do you do, Hannah?" I hesitated for a second. Then answered, "I'm a fashion designer." Paige's eyes widened and stared at me for a second. "Wait... You are Hannah Martinez, aren't you?" Cherry groaned dramatically because she knew how it went down every single time, "Here we go." I laughed softly and answered quietly. "Yes." "Oh my God," Paige said, practically bouncing. "I knew it was you, you are more gorgeous in person. I was devastated about the fire. See I'm getting married in two months, and I had my heart set on one of your dresses from the Mirada collection."