Chloe Beale Pitch Perfect Novels & Stories

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.”

Chloe is 19 and very gorgeous, as in the Miss America peagent type. "Hey mom, have you seen my black pumps?" Chloe asked as she entered the kitchen. she was in a high waisted skirt and crop top sweatshirt that hung half way off the shoulders. She looked at me and face palmed. "Staz your not really gonna wear that are you?" She questioned.

Chloe says she will invest half of the money in a fix deposit so that when she is out of school she will began to run her business while she will visit new moms at the hospital who finds it hard to get few things for their babies and help. She gave a brilliant answer and everyone clapped for her. Two got disqualified and the runner up was called and it wasn’t Amanda,I could see the shock on her face, she got angry and storm off the stage. Finally the winner was called and it was Chloe. Chloe was shocked she won. She was crown the most beautiful girl on college at that moment I thought of the upcoming prom that I would want her to be my Prom. CHLOE. I can’t believe I won the most beautiful g

The perfume on her body could've knocked out a horse. “Are you done?” I asked flatly. “Excuse me?” Her brows shot up. “Oh, I just thought you might want to wrap up your performance before someone throws up.” She blinked, speechless for a second, but I kept going. “I get it, Chloe. You came all the way here dressed like a discount soap opera villain, hoping to stir some drama. But here’s the thing, Caelum doesn’t do fakes.” “Next time you try to seduce a man, go over your lines again. And for the love of everything holy, shower first. You smell like desperation and bad choices.”

The Breaking Point The music roared toward its conclusion, and Lulu was practically vibrating with excitement. She was Chloe’s most vocal advocate, her screams of "Goddess!" echoing off the soundproofed walls. "Chloe! I love you! You’re the only queen in Sea City!" Chloe, exhilarated by the movement and the music, let the mask of the "perfect socialite" slip. She executed a final, sharp twist of her hips, her long hair fanning out like a silken wing. As she slowed to the beat, she caught Lulu’s eye, bit her lip playfully, and threw a wink that was so full of unadulterated charm it seemed to stop time.

She glared at the former, but this time she didn't charge again. Phoebe shot her a cold look and pulled out her phone, tapping it a few times. Dahlia saw her chance for a sneak attack, but Chloe, who was still pale from puking, stopped her. Dahlia roared, "Get out of my way!" Chloe said, "I will if you can actually beat her." Dahlia's eyes widened. "Are you looking down on me?" Chloe said helplessly, "I didn't mean—" "What do you call it, then?" Dahlia snarled.

" ​The voice cut through the silent ballroom like a serrated blade. ​Chloe stepped out from the crowd of onlookers. Her dark sunglasses were gone, her eyes red, swollen, and filled with heavy, desperate tears. She looked completely small, trembling as she pressed her hands against her chest, playing the role of the terrified, guilt-ridden younger sister flawlessly. ​"Chloe?" I asked, a sudden, brutal pain slicing straight through my chest.

I feel pretty for the first time in years, and I don’t want anything to dampen this mood, especially since we’re celebrating true love. “Laura!” Phia shouts from the hall. “We’re ready to go!” I quickly grab my belongings and make my way towards them. My eyes fixate on Ava as she adjusts her dress. It’s strapless and tight at the waist, making her hourglass figure look incredible. The dress fans out at her feet with a small trail behind her, and it’s embellished with white beads for extra detail. I’ve never seen anything so gorgeous in my life. “You look beautiful, Ava,” I say, unable to take my eyes off her.

Is that why Declan behaved as if nothing were amiss? Chloe took a quick look around at the people sitting at the table. They were all looking at her as they ate. It was creepy. She felt like she was some exhibit in a weird curiosities circus. She had done everything in her power to fit the mold of who Declan’s girlfriend should be. She dressed in a conservative Donna Karan dress and wore sensible heels. Her makeup was minimal and her hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail at the base of her neck. It didn’t matter, though, they knew who she was, and who her family was, and they were not impressed. Well, she didn’t think they were impressed, they’d barely said two words to her, so… “What is it

She leaned forward slightly, deliberately revealing her cleavage to Bryce. With a smile, she said, "Hello, Mr. Gabelman. My name is Chloe Dalton. I'm the female protagonist on set. I used to endorse the property under your company." She extended a hand toward Bryce for a handshake. "It was a pleasure to meet you here." Bryce eyed her hand and left it hanging. He asked indifferently, "Is there something you need from me?" Chloe awkwardly retracted her hand to twirl her long curls. She then smiled coyly and said, "Oh, no. I just heard you were here, so I came to say hello, Mr. Gabelman."