Be More Chill Chloe Novels & Stories

What was I thinking moving back? Chloe busts out of the front door of her house, her long dark curls bouncing everywhere as her heavy chest nearly gives her a black eye from the low cut shirt she's wearing. She's always been a looker, and I almost hate her for it. We're yin and yang. She's the girlie type, and I'm... well, I'm definitely not. Chloe attacks me with a giant hug that nearly takes us both down as her arms squeeze the lights out of me.

She lets out a cackle and claps her hands in the air jumping up and down like a little girl. “Oh, this is so fun!” She says as she giggles. “I thought I would want to kill all of you off immediately but now that I think about it, I enjoy making you all suffer even more. Watching as I drain the lives out of you slowly till the brink of death and just as you’re about to draw your last breath, I give the life back to you and do it all over again. Over and Over and Over till you don’t know reality from hallucination anymore. Until you don’t know the difference between life and death anymore. Driving you towards the point of insanity.” Chloe says as she hovers over me, her words getting deeper an

I boarded, found my window seat, and sat down. Outside the window, utility poles and fields slipped backward. The sunlight was good. I closed my eyes. Chloe's face flashed through my mind. She stood at the cliff edge in a white dress, smiling boldly. She had said, "When I go viral, I'll treat you all to a big meal." She did go viral. The whole internet was talking about her. But no one was treating me to dinner. I opened my eyes and took out my phone. The top trending tag was: #ChloePiercesMotherSuesSiennaMarsh.

Her palm was hot enough to make me flinch. I said, "Then I'll sleep on the sofa." As soon as I said it, Cordelia grabbed my tie and pulled me down over her. "If we're acting, we act all the way. Do you understand?" "But..." "But what? I'm not some antique. It's just a first time. Consider yourself lucky." Then she kissed me first. My eyes widened. At first, I tried to resist, but as the kiss deepened, my body began to obey her honestly.

I ask suspiciously. Kayleigh turns to me with a wide grin. “I’m showing Maxwell videos and pictures of you from school from our cheerleading days when you face-planted the floor at Lydia’s party.” I laugh hesitantly, my face on fire. Maxwell’s eyes glitter with amusement. “O-Kay, I think that’s enough,” I say, reaching forward to take her phone. “Fine, fine.” She swats me away gently. “I thought Maxwell would like to see.” “I did.” He nods in agreement.

Even with the heat cranked up, the stone walls seemed to radiate a chill that no furnace could touch. "Tyler? Where is the Nanny? Where is Mrs. Gable?" I looked up. Chloe was leaning over the banister, her hair perfectly layed looking like she was ready for a gala instead of a family collapse. She was frowning, her phone clutched in her hand. "She’s upstairs, Chloe. Putting some of Leena’s things away," I said, my voice sounding like it had been dragged through gravel. "Why?" "I’m starving," Chloe said, descending the stairs with a practiced grace that made my stomach churn. "I’ve been craving those truffle French fries they serve at Marylin Island. Tell her to come down and whip some up. Sh

I'm holding two paper bags of food and a milkshake that's sweating through the cardboard, and my boyfriend is now rocking a vending machine in a maternity wing. He gives the machine one last shove. The pretzels drop. He holds them up like a trophy and says nothing, because he doesn't have to, because he's insufferable. Chloe's room smells like flowers and disinfectant. It’s not a great combination. She's sitting up, hair scraped back, in a robe with a pattern I'd describe as "aggressively calm." "Please tell me you got it." I hand over the bag. She looks inside and makes a noise I have genuinely never heard a wellness influencer make.

Lia looked at the pompous lady in front of her, "As much as I would like to indulge you, I know for a fact that you aren't worth my time nor energy, so please stay the hell away from me so that i don't pounce on you!" Chloe took that time to recover and immediately move out of the way hoping that everyone saw Mendy try to kill her. She smiled at her goal being accomplished. Stepping forward, she grinned, "I'm happy that you went ahead to tell everyone the kind of person that usually are instead of by reading yourself to be one of the best people that has ever walked here." She whispered, then walked into the Pack house, ordering everything to be tidied.

Zach shoved his tab in front of her, annoyed. "I said I am not sick, I don't take that… I am sorry if it sounds spoiled but I can't take it…" Chloe murmured and stood from her bed, she felt dizzy and sat back down. Chloe suddenly burst into tears surprising them both. "I wanna live my old life… I feel choked up… I just wanna be in my room all day without anyone disturbing me, is that too hard to ask?" Chloe cried out. "Then f**king take the soup and stop being childish," Chloe read Zach's words and annoyingly screeched, making Zach shift back.

"Chloe, if that’s you, I am going to have you barred from the property." ​"Bold of you to assume the guards would stop me," Chloe’s voice rang out, sharp and energetic. She didn't wait for an invitation to sit; she flopped onto the edge of the mattress, still clad in a neon-pink spandex gym set, her skin glowing with a light sheen of post-workout sweat.