Be More Chill Chloe Novels & Stories

“We’re just strategizing for the party.” “Out,” Evans repeated, sharper this time. The team grumbled and shuffled toward the door. Chloe stood up slowly, smoothing down the oversized jersey. It hung off her shoulder, exposing a strap of her bra. It was a claim. A territorial marker. She walked past Evans, trailing her fingers across his shoulders. “Don’t work too hard, Captain. Save your energy for the rally.” She stopped in front of me, looking me up and down with a sneer. “Nice sweater, Tamine. Very... librarian chic.”

The coldness and pride on my current face made him freeze, his eyes involuntarily glued to me. Standing beside him, Chloe’s face turned pale, her eyes filled with raw jealousy upon seeing the "punching bag" she used to stomp on at will now appearing with such an overwhelming aura. She took a step forward, raising her voice to question me bitterly, "Look at this eccentric look! Do you think cutting your hair and deleting your accounts to hide away all summer turns you into a different person? Are you planning to come back here just to make a fool of yourself again?" I didn't bother to look at her for even a second. That absolute dismissal was like a direct slap to Chloe’s pride. Gripping my b

"A bonfire happened. A dare happened. Your best friend kissed me. I thought you were there for the highlights." ​"I was there for the kiss. I wasn't there for the three hours after that." She stepped into my space, her eyes scanning me for any sign of weakness. "Chloe is acting like she’s seen a demon. She’s twitchy, she’s losing her jewelry, and she’s looking at you like you hold the keys to her execution." ​"Maybe I do," I murmured, leaning back against the brick wall. "Or maybe she just realized that the 'Ghost' has more substance than the cardboard cutouts she hangs out with."

And whatever the nearest future would bring, it will be known then. Chloe felt a kind of relief after reasoning all that out. "Just go Chloe," he whispered into her ear. "Okay, okay. Let me just get that glass of water first." "Seriously? Chloe left his grasp and walked towards the kitchen. As she caught her image on the refrigerator's door, she adjusted her hair, laying it on her back smoothly. Then she took off her coat and admired how good she looked with the small black lace top to which she wore blue fitted jeans.

In this case, Chloe and her delectable breasts – that he can still see, and still can’t keep himself from glancing at -- are the target of his ire. “How can you be so reckless?” Neil demands. I hate myself for my lack of control, both of my libido and now my anger. “How could you let this happen?” “Let this happen?” She glares at me over her shoulder. “Mia splashed and –” “She shouldn’t be splashing.” “She’s just having fun!” “She doesn’t need to have fun.” “Yes, she does!” Neil growls without meaning to. Chloe’s eyes go a bit wide, surprised by my sudden hostility.

She slid her finger on the screen twice but didn't receive any response from Adrianna. Ah, why was she so foolish? At this hour, Adrianna was probably still teaching. Finally, she decided to send a brief message. Hopefully, Adrianna s [Adrianna, are you coming to Beverly Hills?] Send. Then Chloe placed her phone next to the illuminated computer screen. She chose not to wait because she knew Adrianna was probably busy. Leaning back, closing her eyes, and resting her head on her hand that's what Chloe did now. She was lucky that Adrianna would be here soon. Talking face-to-face would be much better.

"Make the donation in the morning and send out a press release about Mitchelle's charitable nature." "You're sure?" Chloe asked even though her grin suggested she already knew my answer. "I'm sure," I confirmed as I clinked my glass against hers. "Let's see how she handles loosing such possession when all she wants is to be seen as powerful." Chloe laughed and took a long drink of her wine, and I felt a surge of satisfaction at finally having a concrete plan to push back against Mitchelle's games. She wanted to make us uncomfortable in our own home, but we were about to show her that two could play at psychological warfare.

She sat down, crossing her arms and looking at me with cold eyes. "What do you want?" I demanded, trying to inject authority into my voice and not let her see how scared I was. "Chill, Chloe," Claire said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I even expected you to last longer in that cell of yours, but I guess Aiden still pities you and brings you out. I don't know what his problem is." "Go to hell!" I shouted, my voice trembling as tears started to gather in my eyes. Claire smirked, enjoying my reaction. "Oh, Chloe, always so dramatic. You really should learn to control that temper of yours."

Despite Chloe’s dramatic entrances, Isabella had missed her dearly. “I don’t need your theatrics today,” Isabella said, shaking her head as she shut the door behind them. “But you’re here now, so let’s hear it.” Chloe shot her a look, then flopped dramatically onto the couch, her long limbs stretched out as though she were a goddess who had just graced the earth with her presence. “You really need to stop living such a dull life, Izzy. I’ve just gotten back, and you’re sitting around like some sad little corporate queen, huh? I’m just here to spice things up a bit.”

"That's just how irritated I am when you tell me you cook for him." "I thought you thought he was hot?" I counter, trying to deflect the heat. Chloe gives me a mischievous smile, though there’s a bite to it. "Did I say that? Well, I was just... appreciating the craftsmanship of a well-built physique that I hate! There's a difference." She's using my words back at me. Of course she is. I ignore her manic laughter and finish my snack in silence. When I raise my head again, she's turned away from me, staring out of the large front window at the empty street.