Chloe And Beca Pitch Perfect Novels & Stories

Chloe turns and looks at Owen,who is looking right back at her. She laughs out mischievously. Owen and Elena stares at Chloe. “You both”, Chloe points right at Elena and Owen, “fuck so good like pornstars” Chloe bursts out laughing. Owen and Elena looks at one another then looks back at Chloe quickly. “You should become one,you know” Chloe says amidst laughing. “You recorded a video of us?” Owen says angrily while standing up. Chloe looks at Owen, “Yes of course and the world will love to watch a show just like that” Chloe continues to laughs.

Chloe wore a blue off shoulder dress that stopped below her knees, her black high heel pointing down to the stone tiles. Her hair was curled up and tied above her head, she had applied light makeup and her lips painted red, she looked almost perfect like one of those wealthy ladies that came from humble homes. “You look beautiful, Chloe…” Olivia complimented her and Chloe grinned. “And so do you.” She spread her lips in a smile and they both linked arms. “Now let’s get to the party.” Olivia grinned and followed her down, but right before they could set feet at the hall, their path was blocked by two men in black suit and Olivia and Chloe gasped as their lips parted.

Chapter Three Aphrodite "There they are!" Phoebe exclaimed as we walked towards Bianca and Khloe, who were sitting on the bar stools, sipping their drinks and flirting with some guys. "Hey, Phoebe. You looked great and sexy," Khloe whispered the last part with a smirk. The redhead was dressed in a black net gown that reached up to her hips and completely exposed her cleavage. “Why, thank you!” Phoebe responded in a fake British accent.

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Her cheeks coiled into a smile and I draped my hands on her waist, "may we dance together?" She nodded in reply. ..... Chloe's POV Feeling bored, I have been staring at the clock observing as the hand keeps moving. I have been laying on the bed expecting Xavier walking through the doors stepping into the room. It just hit 10:56. Isn't that really late in the hour of the night? Where is he? I pondered. I shut my eyes and I tried to sleep but I couldn't wondering when Xavier's gonna get home. Xavier's POV

"Don't apologize. I wore this dress to be looked at," she chuckled, leaning against the wall next to him. "You looked like you needed a break from the circus in there." Maxwell sighed a little. "Is it that obvious?" But then he realized. Of course it's that obvious, everyone at this party saw his mother telling him to kneel and apologize to his half brother. "Trust me, everyone needs a break from Debra's parties eventually," she said. "I'm Chloe, by the way. We actually went to college together, though I doubt you remember. I sat two rows behind you in Economics."

Chloe is calmly typing something with her thumbs. Two phones at the next table over are already lifted. I watch Chase's face go through the realization in slow motion. He looks up. He scans the room. His eyes find mine. For a long, awful second we hold the look. Then he turns and walks, very controlled, very fast, toward the door. Chloe, beside the abandoned champagne flute, is still typing. Gloria takes a long sip of her wine. "You did that on purpose." "I just told her to be herself."

I managed to say, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. Before he could say more, a voice interrupted. “Well, well. Isn’t this a lovely sight?” I turned to see Chloe and Hailey approaching, both wearing matching smirks. Chloe’s dress was a deep red, clinging to her figure in a way that was meant to draw attention, while Hailey’s was a pale pink, giving her an air of innocence that was anything but genuine. “Oliver,” Chloe purred, stepping closer to him. “You look dashing as always. And Elena… you’re almost unrecognizable. I hardly recognized you without your usual… disheveled appearance.”

Ashford's resident Ice Prince, the most talked-about face on campus, the man who walked past me this morning like I was a parking meter — leading the vote by nearly fifteen thousand. I set Chloe's phone down on the table very carefully. "So," I say. "So," she says back. "If the votes hold—" "They'll hold." "—then tomorrow, the school is going to announce that the two leads of Ashford's centennial Showcase production are..." I pause, because saying it out loud makes it more real than I want it to be. Chloe finishes my sentence with the calm of someone delivering a medical diagnosis. "You and Adam Hart." The restaurant hums around us. Someone's grill sizzles. A group of students near the windo

She stood in front of the camera, elegantly presenting her work. “I’m Carina Morrison, founder of Astraeus… Our debut show will be at the Beverly Hilton. It’s going to be a show that redefines tradition…” My hands were shaking. I fumbled for my phone and dialed Lorenzo. “Lorenzo, turn on the TV!” “What?” “Now! The fashion channel!” A few minutes later, Lorenzo’s shout came through the phone. “Chloe! That’s my Chloe!” Chloe appeared on screen, too. She was in a black power suit, looking like a CEO.