Kleo Erili
Stories
3
Chapters
243
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562.0 K
Comments
116
Reading
1 d, 22 h
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When Chloe arrived, Elena was already sitting at her usual corner table. She was wearing a simple black top and had tied her long black hair into a loose bun. As Chloe approached, she saw that Elena wasn't smiling. "Hey." Chloe sank into the chair opposite her. "You look like you have bad news." Elena waited until Chloe was seated, then leaned forward. "Thanks for coming. I wanted to make sure you knew what you were getting yourself into." "At the party?" "Yes." Elena nodded. "You've been to…-
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Velvet Sleeve headquarters was located on the third floor of a glass office building in the expensive center of Valley City, where a real little tech district had formed over the last few years. On the ground floor, a sign advertised an app startup that claimed to want to revolutionize the future of pet photography. The second floor was home to a company that delivered sustainable smoothies and paid close attention to the working conditions of banana pickers in Nicaragua, but unfortunately not so much to…
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The first thing Chloe felt when she woke up was pain. It was still deep in her abdomen, a dull, throbbing ache that grew sharper with every movement. She carefully rolled onto her side and groaned in unison with the bed. Okay. This can't go on. She stared at the ceiling of her shabby apartment and thought of all the reasons she didn't want to see a doctor. The questions, the looks, the judgment, the possibility that someone would recognize her. But the pain didn't subside. If anything, it had…
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As soon as she got home, Chloe collapsed exhausted onto her bed and closed her eyes for a moment. What a day. Hours of posing, smiling, making the right movements – it had all been really exhausting. Her face hurt from being forced into a certain shape all day long, and she still couldn't quite relax her muscles. She felt like a squeezed lemon. She kicked off her sneakers and dropped them next to the bed as she reached for her phone out of habit. The notifications had piled up and her follower…
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The Valley City Armory, a massive brick building from the late 1800s, was larger than anything she had ever filmed in before, even larger than Sinful Studios. As she approached the entrance, she reminded herself of everything she knew about Ethan Cooper. Last night she had tried to find out more about him, but the internet revealed surprisingly little. A few credits as a cameraman for two mediocre Hollywood films fifteen years ago. A grotesquely self-indulgent personal homepage featuring "erotic…
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Steve was sitting on the couch, laptop on the coffee table, frantically trying to close a tab. But it was too late, she had already seen it. Her Throat Me video was on the screen. "Oh shit!" Steve's face turned bright red. "Sorry! I swear, I was just checking out the new releases on Naughty Net and yours was featured on the front page!" Unsure what to do, he hastily closed the laptop, then opened it again, closed it again, like a nervous clam. "I didn't know you were filming for Throat Me!" he…
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She needed more information about Ethan Cooper. And she knew exactly how she was going to get it. The way forward seemed clear. If she filmed for Bound.com, she would have direct access to him. She could grill people about him, maybe even talk to him herself, get a feel for who he was. Fuck it. Let's do it. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed Ben's number as she walked. "Sunshine!" Ben's voice sounded chipper. "How was the party?" Chloe immediately switched to her Chloe Heart voice,…
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"Noble lords and ladies! The Order of the Primrose and the Order of the Poppy, the pride of the Essence Weavers of this realm, will now demonstrate their mastery of the scholarly art!" The mood in the crowd was different now, a whole other kind of atmosphere, not the bloodthirsty excitement of combat, but something far more reverent. The common folk in the lower ranks craned their necks, curious but unsure of what to expect. Two groups of Essence Weavers entered the field from opposite sides. The…-
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The sun was already high in the sky when the Greystone carriage came to a halt in front of the tournament grounds, and the air was filled with the smell of roasted meat, sweat, horses and the excited anticipation of thousands of people. "Finally, the last day," sighed Duchess Rosalind as they stepped out of the carriage and made their way through the crowd toward the grandstand. "Oh, I think it's a shame it's already over," said Beatrice. "But I can't wait to see who triumphs in the final. The last…
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Valentina's chamber was smaller than her suite in Dusktown, but still luxurious, especially compared to her tiny attic room in Bridgewater. A wide bed with dark green curtains dominated the room, flanked by a polished walnut desk and a spacious wardrobe. A private wash area lay behind a screen, and the window offered a view of the manicured courtyard. Two maids were already unpacking her baggage and carefully hanging her clothes in the wardrobe. When they came to the chest with the false bottom,…
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