Paige Chloe Novels & Stories

“I like that he is a werewolf. I have always had this fascination with werewolves, and he loves it.” She seemed happy, and I knew Paige was about to say something that might come off as offensive; she clearly didn't expect Austin to move on that quickly. Or something. “Chloe, are you a witch too?” I asked, trying to change the topic. “I am actually.” She replied, as she moved something with her mind or hand, that I was yet to understand how witches work. Paige scoffed, “That is something I did when I was like five years old.”

Sitting beside me is my best and only girl friend, Chloe. Charlotte Loise, also known as Chloe, is the daughter of one of the most famous fashion designers in the world. I want to emphasize that Chloe is the hottest and most beautiful girl in this school. She is charismatic, charming, talented, care free and very fashionable. No wonder every guy in our school wants to date her, not to mention the models and celebrities outside the premise.

“My earnings stay with me, and his stay with him. I wanted to thank you for keeping me alive back when nobody knew who Logan really was. I wouldn't have made it to this position without your help.” “You’re too soft. I didn't do much.” Paige clinked her glass against mine, a predatory grin on her lips. “But I’m not turning down a bottle of vintage nectar. So, let’s get to the hunt. Why did you really want this dinner? Ask me.” “I want to be an independent designer. I want my own studio in the Citadel.” Paige’s lips pulled back from her teeth in a sharp line. “Has it even been a full cycle since you finished your apprenticeship?”

Was this real, or was I allowing Paige to do exactly what Paige had always done, which was make herself large inside other people's heads until there was less room for anything else. A knock at the door. Before I could answer, it opened. Paige walked in the way she always walked into rooms, with the ease of someone who had decided in advance that she was welcome. She looked, as she almost always looked when the occasion called for it, devastating. A fitted cream dress that had clearly been chosen with care, her makeup immaculate, her hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders in a way that managed to look both effortless and entirely deliberate. She looked less like someone's sister comin

Soon, the table had been wiped down, and Paige had even served her another cup of water before leaving them alone in the room. “You’re Celia’s regular makeup artist and also her only friend in the industry, right?” Maia questioned. “Yes, my name is Chantelle. I’m not especially famous in this industry, but everything I have today, I owe to Celia. Celia helped me a lot and gave me countless opportunities. I’m eternally grateful to her.”

If there's someone I can call to help me enhance my convincing skills, it's gotta be Paige Amistead. Paige is an influencer and her millions of audience on social media love her so much. They are very loyal to her similar to Heide's fans. They defend her, they show her care and support, they send her handmade gifts, and they promote her videos as if her videos haven't garnered much of viewers yet.

I sat at one of the back desks, staring out the window, trying to push Allison’s face — and that slap — out of my mind. The door creaked open. Paige walked in. Her school skirt was shorter than usual, the hem barely reaching mid-thigh, showing off smooth, toned legs. Her tie was loosened deliberately, the top buttons of her shirt undone just enough to reveal the soft curve of her cleavage. Her blonde hair fell over one shoulder, and a sweet, expensive perfume — something floral and seductive — filled the room as she approached. She didn’t say anything at first. Just walked straight to the desk in front of mine and hopped up onto it, sitting on the edge with her legs slightly parted.

She smiled again, "Let's meet again another day, and oh, say hi to Clara for me." After speaking, she pushed open the door of the compartment and walked in. When Zander got on the car, he felt uncomfortable, and this discomfort was towards Paige. Paige has been abroad for the past few years, and no one knows what she has been up to. If it weren't for the occasional award acceptance videos that surface, probably no one would know her whereabouts. And because of that overseas internet celebrity museum, she was quite popular online, with many celebrities reaching out to her for luxury home designs, making it hard to get an appointment.

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 .

What did Chris mean by "is that it" ‘Fine!’ Paige held her breath. Originally, she had not wanted to go so far, but Chris forced her hand! Paige opened Amazon on her phone again, searched for a famous brand of bags, and sorted by price from high to low. Paige did not even look at the style. She clicked the most expensive one and ordered it! She did not stop there. After buying the first most expensive, she bought the second and third, one after another. Paige bought ten in one go. Chris’ phone kept making the sound of spending messages.