Chloe Beale Pitch Perfect Novels & Stories

But, what really caught my attention was the beat box she has stowed away underneath the table. " You play beat box?" I asked. "Just a hobby." She sat at the edge of her bed; hugging a pillow. "Could you play me a beat?" "Nah." "Please?" "No." she sternly said. "Buzz kill." "Are you always this nosy?" she asked. "Even when you're injured, you're still annoying." "Yeah, it's one of my many qualities that make girls go gaga over me." **** Chloe's POV What has become of my life?

Beatrice snapped as she walked around and yanked on one of Chloe’s arms for her to get off the prince’s lap. Chloe moaned as she slowly raised her hips up from the prince’s lap. His cock slowly slid out of her flooded pussy hole. She didn’t have time to say anything else before she was quickly yanked away from the prince. “You really can’t wait anymore, can you?” Florian asked knowingly before he laughed teasingly. “Please don’t be so mean…I’ve waited for more than long enough for this…” Beatrice said with a pout. “Grab the back of the chair and bend over,” Florian instructed casually.

“You’ve been working so hard for this play, Ivy. You deserve to enjoy it. I just wanted you to know I’m proud of you.” Around them, whispers began spreading like wildfire. A couple of girls gasped. One murmured, “Oh my God, that’s so romantic.” And then came the sharp, cutting voice from behind them. “Unbelievable.” I turned. Chloe stood a few lockers away, arms crossed, her expression icy. Her lips curled into a mocking smile. “Wow, Ivy. You really have a talent for taking things that don’t belong to you.” I blinked. “What?” Chloe tilted her head. “First the lead role, now Adrain.” She gestured toward the balloons. “Do you ever get tired of being the center of everything?”

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.

Chloe’s scream tore through the penthouse like glass shattering. Her throat ached with it, her chest tight, her heart hammering so violently she thought she might faint. She scrambled back against the headboard, breath coming in frantic gasps. “No… no, no, no…” And then the figure grinned. “Happy Halloween!” Chloe’s jaw dropped. “What the fuck?!” Zoe threw her hands up dramatically, wobbling a little as the fake ghost makeup cracked along her cheeks. “Did I get you? Oh my God, you should’ve seen your face…”

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.

Winston said with a smile. Chloe had stepped out of the car, her long wavy hair cascading down her shoulders, and was wearing an orange dress that hugged her hips, the slightly stretchy fabric extending just above her knees. Her exposed legs were slender and fair, exuding an air of elegance. Walking toward the field in her high heels, Chloe looked like a model on the runway. "She's beautiful." "No doubt she's Carrie's cousin. Her family is full of beauties." The basketball team members looked at Chloe with lustful expressions. Some even began fixing their hair, hoping to make a good impression on her.

Her perfect bleached-blonde hair was completely dry. They weren’t trying to hide it. They were right out in the open, whispering to each other like I didn’t even exist. The anonymous text hadn’t been a total lie—it just had the wrong location. Leon noticed me first. His eyes widened, his face going completely pale as he looked at my furious expression down to the empty bucket in my hands. “Wait, babe, it’s not what it looks like—“ Chloe jumped back, her fake eyelashes blinking rapidly as she tried to look innocent, but the guilt was written all over her face. “We were just talking, I swear…..”

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?"

Pretty whimpered, her lower lip trembling. Kamal stepped forward, fists clenched at his side. “Don’t touch her!” Chloe turned her glare on him and let out a sharp, mocking laugh. “Oh, so the little men want to be heroes now? Just like your so called father, always puffing your chest but clueless in the head.” She shoved Pretty back roughly, causing the little girl to stumble into Beauty’s arms. “Go outside,” Chloe snapped. “Play in the garden. Maybe the sun will burn some sense into you.”