Be More Chill Chloe Novels & Stories

She gurgled softly, and I smiled down at her, brushing my thumb over her warm cheek. I missed it. “Forget it.” Chloe finally sighed, deflating as she stopped arguing with Logan. She turned fully toward me, her tone changing. “You’re going to Darvin Villa tomorrow.” I looked up. “Do you really want to make peace with them?” I met her gaze, my smile slow and unreadable. Somewhere deep inside, my wolf lifted its head, eyes gleaming. “Maybe.” “If you need anything, just let me know,” Chloe said, her voice steady but not quite relaxed. “I should head back now.”

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Chloe Montclair I watched my friend burst into heavy laughter without stopping. She looked like someone who has lost it. "Did you... Did you just say I tell Ken to cancel the meeting? Are you crazy, Chloe!! Are you sure you're human at all because I don't understand you anymore. You're privileged to meet with the president and his wife! Not only that, you will be dining with them but because of your stupidity, you want to throw all that opportunity away." "Look, you better don't annoy me. Get your big ass up now and follow me home. I'm dressing you up myself."

Jennifer agreed and put her phone inside the pocket of her bag. "Can you all please shut up? Stop making silly assumption otherwise all of you wanted to be a future fortune teller." I sarcastically raised my voice a bit to sound pitchy and untouchable. This is the real me, the sarcastic and fearless Khloe. "Ohhh! I miss the old and brave Khloe, but so sad that I guess she will never come back again, cause the Khloe standing before me right now is only nothing but a stupid and fool doppleganger of her." I hate how she say it comfortably, like she knows exactly my self better that I.

I added in a calm voice, slowly rubbing my left hand over my forehead. "So listen Liam, I was actually calling to ask if errrm... Urrrh... I dunno, or maybe I shouldn't just stress you." Chloe's speech broke in a confused voice and concluded with a nervous chuckle. "No, I don't mind. Please go ahead and ask" I urged in a soft voice, leaning forward to sit erect with an attentive look on my face. "Okay, I wanted asking if will you be chanced to come over because am urrrh... a bit bored and alone with my mom -- just needed someone to talk with before she drives me nuts over here" Chloe said rather shyly with a faint giggle as she concluded her response.

Something about Khloe Anderson has led me to rethink my life, which further made me curious. When she finally reached her peak and her body convulsed, I watched as she rode out her orgasm. She grabbed unto the sheets, my head, hair, and anything else she could find. Her eyes were shut, her lips forming a perfect 'o' as she inhaled and exhaled, and she'd never look more beautiful. How she could turn me on with just a look, a giggle- a breath, is beyond me.

A total clown who doesn’t know how to keep her emotions in check. And did I even know what I wanted— “Okay, princess Eleanor. Time to get up,” Chloe suddenly said. I arched a brow at her sudden words. “G-Get up?” I choked out, stammering a bit. “To where?” I asked her. “I’m taking you to somewhere you can clear your mind. You know that I really can’t watch people cry. I hate playing that old school card,” she stated, sassily. I cringed my brows at her in awareness.

"Close your eyes. Just feel. I won't hurt you. You have my word on that." 'Won't hurt me? Psycho, you kidnapped me! You think your word is worth a hill of beans to me?' was the snarky comeback that snuck through Chloe's mind. Yet the teen influencer could only find her thoughts tumbling over themselves now, lost in the throes of a slow-burn toward... something approaching pleasure. The retort she'd planned on tossing out died in her throat, replaced by a stifled groan. Or was that more of a moan?

"Stop that! You about scared the bejesus outta me!" Chloe slapped Kris' arm playfully once she realized she wasn't in any sort of danger. Kris couldn't help the giggle from leaving her lips as she pulled her in for a kiss. Chloe was a southern through and through. Her accent was deep, and her personality was sweet and innocent at first, but don't get on her bad side; she'll attempt to strip you down and make you wish you were anywhere else. She was the definition of a southern belle: long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a round plump face. Unlike Kris, her complexion was pale. She avoided the sun at all costs. Her white shirt hid the ample curves and weight she gained over the years. Chloe was t

He returned to the table, sliding into his chair like he’d just finished a warm-up lap. Naya’s pulse thundered. She whispered, “You didn’t even break him.” Zipper leaned close, his voice low. “Patience, princess. I just cracked the paint. Chloe’s next. She’ll peel herself.” When Chloe took the stand, she looked angelic in pale blue. Perfect hair, gentle smile. “Miss Chloe,” Zipper said, his tone bright and falsely polite, “you were Naya’s closest friend. Correct?” “Yes,” Chloe said, voice soft. “We were like sisters.”