Be More Chill Chloe Novels & Stories

And now, his revenge far exceeds the torment of hell. "And this is just the beginning, darling," Chloe whispered, deliberately emphasizing the last word with a note of sharp irony. "I will not kill you. Death is too merciful. I will make you watch your kingdom crumble slowly, cut your nails one by one, drain your blood, until you kneel begging at my feet to be deprived of your life." Chloe turned around, swishing her black dress with all the grace of a queen who had just crushed a nuisance ant. "Enjoy the party, Wild Dog," said Chloe before walking towards the VIP room, surrounded by the incomparable honor of all the attendees.

Chloe felt disappointed and deliberately pushed the door open to grab the bottle. "Thank you," she said, looking up at Joseph, who was now only a foot away. Her soaked hair flowed down her shoulders, and her skin glistened with a subtle sheen. Her makeup-free face appeared pristine and innocent, akin to a white lily. Her eyes sparkled like polished jewels. As Joseph lowered his gaze, Chloe accidentally dropped the towel. At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and Joseph's pupils dilated as he felt a rush of warmth surge through his body.

My thought suddenly went to something that made me shiver. “Are you going to make love with me when you want to?" I asked and he laughed loudly. “I don't make love, Chloe." He smirked at me. “I will fvck you whenever and wherever I want so be always ready." What he said made me swallow because he is too vulgar. I am not even ready for what he just said and the thought makes me so nervous that I bite my lower lip to help me calm myself. My eyes suddenly landed on the bed and it was not just an ordinary bed because it had some restraint on it. He can tie the person who will lie down here.

She took her time stirring her drink, perfectly manicured fingers circling the straw. “Chloe,” Elena tried again, her voice breaking. “Can we talk? Just for a minute.” Finally, Chloe looked up. The warmth that had once lived in her eyes was gone. In its place was something cold, polished, and cruelly controlled. She didn’t look angry. She looked finished. “Talk about what?” Chloe asked, her voice calm, bored. Loud enough to carry. Elena swallowed. “About… everything. I can explain. You don’t understand”

“Maren...” “I’m serious. I’m going to put on the sluttiest dress I own, go to a club, and find someone to take the edge off. No feelings. No complications. Just sex.” Chloe was quiet for a beat. “You know what? Do it.” “Really?” “Yeah. Go get yours, babe. You deserve to feel good.” I smiled for the first time since I’d fled Calder’s house. “Thanks, Chloe.” “Anytime. Text me when you get there. And for the love of God, be safe.”

"PITY will be more accurate. I mean, do you not smell the stench of desperation that follows you every step you take?" Chloe's broad smile waned, the excitement dying in her eyes as her slightly quaking lips struggled to keep the fake smile on. "You know, Juniper. It's about time you stop," she said. "Can't you see all your feeble attempts to bring me down never pan out? Stop trying. Just admit defeat already. No matter what you do, I'll always be a step ahead of you." She halted, waving a dismissive hand. "You know, I have to be on my best behavior. I can't be bothered with a loser like you on a special day like this. So. . . If you don't mind, I'd head back to making myself USEFUL. Au revo

Chloe had a rueful expression when she regarded him one last time, “Selene does not roll with leeches anymore. So, get your parasitic self and shift to the corner where you’ve always been. You see that friend of mine, she would never fall for your trash again. And if you dare think of using her to chase clout…” Chloe paused for a while, took in their gazes, then pointed her phone towards Sunny and said, “I already promised to make you a news sensation. Just dare me.” After dishing out the threat, Chloe moved away from them and rushed toward the entrance. She seemed so frantic that Sunny didn’t dare to tarry her any further. He didn’t have the guts to say what came to his mind.

"You're mean, Chloe. You like playing with fire, don't you?" "I like keeping things interesting," she laughed softly, stepping closer. Suddenly, without any warning, Chloe wrapped her arms tightly around my shoulders, pulling me into a warm, friendly hug. She pressed her lips right next to my ear, her voice dropping to a hurried, panicked whisper. "Don't move. Act with me. They're watching."

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

Chloe dimmed the lights like she was setting a mood. Some slow, spicy music started playing from her phone. And right in the middle of the floor— She dropped a big fluffy pillow. With a paper taped to it. “KLAUS” written in bold, messy letters. I stared at it. Then at her. “…You’re not serious.” “Oh, I’m very serious,” Chloe said, cracking her knuckles. Sky perked up instantly. “Oh, this is about to be fun.” I had a very bad feeling about this. And somehow— That made it even worse.