Paige Chloe Novels & Stories

She didn’t know why Kayden wished her luck, even though he sounded nice, she was still uneasy about it. “What are we going to do? We know nothing about shoes!” Paige complains in sheer horror, as she scanned some of the old sketches Dora had given them to help. Crystal just kept pacing, she couldn’t and wouldn’t let Kayden get the better of her, and whatever game he is playing to ruin her she’ll beat him at it. “Paige now isn’t the time, like Harris would say “be creative”” Paige scoffed at her, since when is Harris her role model?

He's not in any way like my Kyle. Kyle is more of an athlete than an ordinary man. Though, he was not spectacularly built. He was my height—five feet nine and a half inches. He weighed a hundred and fifty pounds, a galling eighty pounds more than I did, which flowed from his legs to torso around shoulders to arms and handsomely squared jaws in an uninterrupted, unemphatic unity of strength. His daily work out pays off well. He needs to keep fit, for his job. And I need to keep sane, for my job. I rushed back to my laptop on the couch and continued my unending research on Paige Kam. So far, I've discovered that she never did social media. Or maybe she used an anonymous name. Cause I didn't fi

"Though I can't imagine why any respectable company like the Velmera group would want someone so... unstable." Heat flared in my chest. "Unstable? That's rich, coming from someone who screws her best friend's husband." Paige's mask slipped for just a second, her eyes flashing with venom. "Ancient history, darling. Some of us know how to move on and land on our feet." She gestured to her designer outfit, her diamond tennis bracelet catching the light. "Others... well, they end up here, begging for scraps." "I'm not begging for anything," I said through gritted teeth.

I’ve asked her parents for their blessings, and I was luckily enough to get it. I watch Paige do her make-up. She always looks beautiful, her dark long hair curled. “Are you ready? I don’t want us to miss our reservation.” I remind her. "Yeah, year I’m almost ready." She says. She stands an I eye the little black number she has on. The dress stops at her mid-thigh, and she’s got cleavage which was the first thing I spotted. My girlfriend sure is a looker. I’m lucky to have her. Paige is so way out of my league, when we started dating, I didn’t think we would last, but as of right now. I can’t imagine my life with anyone else. She might be out of my league, but I would die before I’d give her

When he fell for Chloe, the game became real and complicated. Name: CHLOE RICHARDSON Age: 20 Nationality: American (born NYC) Profession/Education: Junior at Columbia University, majoring in International History Works part-time at university library (refuses family money) 3.7 GPA because she's genuinely interested in her studies, not performing Physical Description:

Chloe had never been the pet kind of person; she wasn't patient enough to care for anything living, so she skipped that requirement, but her car was a white Maybach, the kind you could spot from a mile away. It didn't stop there. Chloe went ahead and updated her whole social profile, posting only things of high quality: her clothes carrying popular brand names, her bags the finest leather, and her shoes, every pair, expensive and recognizable. She was out to show the world, and Marcus, that she was the better option.

“You don’t know what’s coming, Athena!” I walked back to the pack house, my mind still on Paige, when I heard someone call my name. “Athena!” I stopped walking and turned around slowly. It was Chloe; Travis’s ex-wife. She was standing a few feet away from me, dressed neatly in a pale blue dress that fluttered lightly in the wind. Her blonde hair was pinned back, and she wore a soft smile. Since she came back to the pack, she hadn’t said a word to me not even once so I was surprised to see her now and even more surprised to hear her say my name.

“You ready?” I sat up from where I’d lain on the bed for a second to relax and hurried out. Stupid. I should’ve prepared more. Seeing Paige damn near knocked the breath out of my lungs. She’d pinned her hair back on one side, letting the rest tumble over her shoulder in a waterfall of curls, and though she’d said something about makeup, I couldn’t spot anything beyond a couple traces of mascara and maybe lip gloss. She didn’t need it. But the dress…I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. No, Paige stood before me in one of the most spectacular dresses I’d ever seen in my life. Unornamented navy-blue lace clung to her arms and chest, covering her up to her neck but allowing tantalizi

"Oh my God, you guys are going to Italy?"Paige shrill voice caught her by surprise excitement in her voice for their trip, she properly placed the phone between her shoulder and her left ear, looking for clothes to fit the trip, she selected a few free flowy dresses, and her favourites Chiffons pleated pants with matching tops folding it into her luggage. "Yes, I told Gran yesterday and she was ecstatic about it,"she replied Paige "Wow, I have read Italy is a very romantic place, who knows what might happen there?" There was a teasing edge in her voice.

The next day. Paige buttoned up the shirt of the uniform. She sat on the couch and picked up her flats. She wore them and stood up on her feet. She loosened her hair flipping them aside in a beautiful way. She applied her lip gloss and powders on her face before picking up her bag. "I am ready for some work," she said to herself. Her phone rings twice. She checked the caller's ID before picking up. "Hey darling," she heard Shelby's soft voice.