Chloe And Beca Pitch Perfect Novels & Stories

"Yes, all legal procedures have been completed and notarized." After hanging up, the couple stared at each other in disbelief. Jolene paced back and forth anxiously. "What on earth is she thinking? She seemed so calm at the party last night." "This is too strange," David mumbled with a frown. "Kathleen has never been impulsive. For her to give everything to Yve... This isn't like her." Jolene hesitated. "Perhaps Bowen and Yve's engagement triggered this?" David shouted, "Call her now!"

As if we were telepathically connected, he took a step forward just when I did. Before he could put one foot over another, Chloe sauntered in. Her hair was perfectly tousled like she’d intentionally styled it for tragedy. Her eyes sparkled like someone had spritzed them with artificial tears, and she angled her phone like a seasoned soap actress mid-breakdown— portable ringlight already attached. “Oh my God,” she breathed dramatically, angling her face toward the light, “you guys, my little niece nearly drowned—” Her voice cracked in all the wrong places. “Please send prayers to Emily—my poor baby girl—”

Maya’s POV "Chloe, no," I stepped forward, my hands reaching out to hold Chloe's hands, as I told her the hard truth. "You can’t go to that party. Please, listen to me. Jaxon is playing a massive, cruel joke on you. I overheard him and Kane talking by the lockers today. He’s setting a trap." Chloe’s smile vanished. "You're lying. You're just jealous because you're stuck and no one likes you and I actually have a life."

the MC leaned toward the mic, voice dropping playfully, “owner of dangerously charming good looks… Beauty by TIMMMM DORIANNN!” The room erupted. Cheers, whistles, screams that shook the chandeliers. Beside Ethan, Chloe had transformed into a screaming doll, her voice shrill with unrestrained devotion. “Tiiiiiiimmmm Doriiiaaaan! Oh my GOD!” She bounced in her chair like she’d just seen the second coming, her phone already lifted high, recording every frame. One would think Tim was her long-lost missing rib. The lights dimmed. A hush settled over the crowd, followed by the slow, deliberate beat of music. Then the runway came alive.

Phoebe kicked the door shut behind her with her heel, arms loaded with a massive tote bag stuffed with junk food and who knows what else. The scent of fresh popcorn already wafted from Chloe's living room, mixing with the vanilla candle her mom always lit before dipping out for the night. It was Friday, finally free from senior year hell, and our sleepover was locked in. Chloe, Daisy, Jade, and me. The unbreakable squad.Chloe bounced up from the couch first, her blonde ponytail swinging. She wore these tiny pink shorts that barely covered her ass and a cropped tee showing off her flat tummy. "Phoebe! You made it. I was about to text you." She hugged me tight, her body soft and warm against m

Julian, overwhelmed by her spiraling outburst, had already started backing away. Chloe saw his fear and the way he recoiled. Her expression twisted into something almost gleeful. “Go on, all of you! Get lost!” she shrieked. “I’m Chloe Clarke! I’m the real winner! I’m the goddess—I beat Evelyn White! Hahahaha!” Then I stepped up. Right in front of me was a ledge, barely half a meter high, just wide enough to fit one foot. Dolly screamed behind me, lunging to grab me, but I had already stepped beyond her reach.

Chloe. Calling.

Chloe was beaming. He rented them a private booth, and immediately she grabbed the mic and flipped through the songbook with giddy urgency. Valerius lounged on the couch, arms crossed, looking completely out of place. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered. “Correction,” Chloe said, pointing the mic at him like a weapon. “This is living.” The music kicked in. She belted the lyrics off-key, twirling, laughing, shaking her hips. Sweat glistened at her temples, her voice cracking in wild, beautiful freedom.

I open my eyes and find we're down to three girls. Me, Amber, and the head of the cheerleading squad. "Riele Shaman, 248 votes... "The president announces, and I gulp as I know we're about five hundred and something in school. "Eliza Rollins, five hundred and sixty-seven votes. "She says, and my heart snaps. I hear Athena cheer from the crowd, and a massive round of applause follows. Five hundred and something, is that the whole school vote? "Amber Devil, five hundred and seventy-one votes. "She announces, and silence takes up the hall. Except for the high-pitched cheers from her three minions.

“You managed to bump into something shaped exactly like a pair of lips? That’s impressive, Chloe.” I did not let them find another excuse. I turned toward backstage. “Play it.” The giant screen behind us, which had been displaying our engagement photos, went black. Then the audio began. “Adrian… be careful. I still have to try on dresses tomorrow…” Chloe’s breathless voice filled the ballroom. Then came Adrian’s voice. “Try on what? You look better in that bridesmaid dress than she ever could. Vivienne is so stiff. You’re the one I want.”