Always Only You Chloe Liese Novels & Stories

“Law school chic.” Chloe squinted. “Wait. No. Stop.” Her expression sharpened with sudden delight. “Look at your face. You have that look.” Elena’s heart skipped. “What look?” “The I’m getting laid and it’s complicated look,” Chloe declared triumphantly. “Elena. Do. You. Have. A. Boyfriend or a Secret. Lover?” Elena froze. Chloe leaned closer to the camera, eyes glittering. “Is it Sameer? Please tell me it’s not Sameer. He looks like he irons his socks. Or is it someone from law review? Oh my God, is it that TA with the beard?”

Lena groaned loudly, already knowing exactly who it was. “That’s definitely Rosie,” she muttered. “She changes men like clothes.” Chloe immediately slid off the bed. “Chloe, don’t.” Too late. She pressed her ear dramatically against the door like a detective solving a crime. “You are so embarrassing,” Lena muttered while sitting up properly. “Shhh,” Chloe whispered, holding up one finger. “I’m trying to figure out if that’s real passion or fake passion.” Lena grabbed a pillow and threw it at her. Chloe dodged it easily while another sound echoed through the hallway.

Elaine looked at Chloe, then at Ellena, and then said crisply, "Dad." "Hahaha!" Chloe did not hold back and laughed. She laughed so hard that she could not stand up straight. She slapped the table and almost burst into tears. "Ellena, Elaine's personality is the same as yours. So timid, her desire to live is too strong, hahaha!" Ellena pulled the corner of her mouth and was somewhat helpless, "Chloe, as an idol, don't you care about your image very much? Aren't you afraid of being filmed by paparazzi? "

"You came to kill me. But you can't. Because I've made myself essential to humanity's survival. Isn't that beautiful? The ultimate insurance policy." Hope reached out. Touched Catherine's face. Catherine screamed. Jerked back. "What is she doing?" "Reading you. All your memories. All your lies. All your plans." Nickey felt it too. Hope sharing what she learned. "And now I see it. The warheads. They're fake. You're bluffing." "No. I'm not." "Yes you are. Hope can tell when people lie. And you're lying now." Catherine's face changed. Fear replacing confidence. "Even if I am, you still can't destroy all the clones. Too many. Too spread out."

Chloe hissed as she occasionally looked around her. Leah's eyes narrowed, analyzing Chloe's honesty, then she shook her head a few times. "You're still lying," said Leah disappointedly. Chloe rubbed her face then took a deep breath, “I really don't know anything Leah! I know you want the facts, but can you stop putting those closest to you in danger? Including me! Have you forgotten how crazy Jerome can act?!” chattered Chloe, there was anger in her tone, Leah didn't know why.

My anger fully exploded. "Are you delusional?! Who has feelings for you?!" I was shaking with rage. "I'm warning you, if you ever try to drive a wedge between my mate and me again, I will make you regret the day you were born." I spun around, hugging Kaelan's stiff waist tightly, and declared loudly in front of everyone. "The only man I, Chloe, will ever truly love in this life is Kaelan Vance!" Hearing my confession, a flash of hurt crossed Liam's eyes. But his ridiculous ego kept him totally delusional.

Her perfect bleached-blonde hair was completely dry. They weren’t trying to hide it. They were right out in the open, whispering to each other like I didn’t even exist. The anonymous text hadn’t been a total lie—it just had the wrong location. Leon noticed me first. His eyes widened, his face going completely pale as he looked at my furious expression down to the empty bucket in my hands. “Wait, babe, it’s not what it looks like—“ Chloe jumped back, her fake eyelashes blinking rapidly as she tried to look innocent, but the guilt was written all over her face. “We were just talking, I swear…..”

The one nobody likes. She is the pride and joy my mother refers to. Chloe is publicly mean. She loves spreading lies about me more than anything else. There’s a sick happiness she derives from telling people awful things about me. Like when she told our neighbors, I lost my virginity to a homeless man. Is that disgusting and untrue? Yes. Absolutely. Does she care? No. That’s just who Chloe is. Chloe’s twenty-eight, also not married, not dating either. Neither of them has work experience.

All of which were true, even if the truth itself was a lie. When Noah graduated college, I cried harder than I had in years. He got a job in New York big lights, big stage, big world. I packed his bags and kissed his forehead. “Call me every Sunday,” I said, fighting tears. He hugged me so tightly that I almost broke and told him everything. But I didn’t. Months passed. Then one Sunday, his voice sounded different. “Mom… I met someone. Well, not like that. A man. Older. He hired me. We talk a lot.”

She made sure to lift the hem of her dress so everyone could admire her blush-colored peep-toe stilettos and fanned her face dramatically to show off her glittery manicure when she reached the bottom of the stairs. After allowing everyone to compliment and faun over her for several minutes, Elsbeth announced excitedly, "Prepare to have your mind blown. Come on down, G!" Giavanna took a deep breath and hurried down the first few steps, her eyes glued to the floor. Someone gasped, and her eyes closed. She cringed and waited for the lecture about honoring the sacred experience of finding your mate or how her mate won't be able to smell her due to her covered neck to begin.