Chloe Fairly Odd Novels & Stories

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

Chloe had gone all out ice sculptures, a live string quartet, a floating dance floor lit from beneath like glass over water. And at the center of it all stood Chloe herself. She wore white. Not innocent white weaponized white. A fitted gown with a plunging neckline, diamonds dripping from her ears like punctuation marks. She laughed loudly, one manicured hand resting possessively on her hip as she held court. Her eyes found Elena within seconds. The smile Chloe gave her was slow. Deliberate. Predatory. “Oh,” Chloe said, loud enough for the people around her to hear. “She came.”

Beauty whispered, “But we didn’t bring our floaties…” “Floaties?!” Chloe scoffed. “You’re seven years old, not babies. Get in.” Kamal tried to reason, his voice trembling but steady. “It’s too deep, Mommy. Please.” Chloe’s jaw tightened. She set her glass down with a sharp clink and marched toward them, grabbing Pretty by the arm. The little girl yelped, struggling. “I said, get. In.” Chloe shoved her toward the edge. Pretty stumbled, teetering dangerously close to the water before Jamal yanked her back.

"Unless one of us can figure out how to turn back time... Not that I would do that even if we could. It could really mess up the time line." Chloe is technically a Forest Nymph, but she prefers to be called a wood sprite... Either way, she's probably the most mellow of the group. She's what I like to call a nature freak... all good naturedly of course! She's very environmentally minded, always trying to help out Mother Earth. She is the very definition of a flower child.

Mia said with a smirk. Nero narrowed his eyes. Just then, Chloe came down the stairs, in her black sleeveless summer dress, which reach just above her knees. Her straight hair open and combed to aside. Mia looked at Chloe and smirked. She rushed towards her best friend. "Chloe you have to help me," Mia said with a sad face. Nero understood what his sister is doing. 'Let's see how my little dove convinces me' he thought with amusement. Chloe looked at Mia with confusion.

Fuck, she’s hot. Chloe is about an inch shorter than Kesha, but curvy. Large breasted with a round ass that you could bounce a quarter off of. She has a thin, angular face with tear drop shaped ocean blue eyes. Her long, thick, brown hair has a natural wave to it and her pale skin seems to glow. About two years ago, our feelings began to change. I won’t go as far as to say it was love. I couldn’t. But there was a large amount of affection and a degree of lust. A large amount of lust.

Chloe’s always wanted a football team and well this house will fulfill all of her dreams and desires. “How dare you, Lola Hilton. How dare you come here so late.” Chloe yelled, waddling towards me. I can’t call it walking because she’s literally waddling. She has a blue sequence free gown on, her face was beautifully caked up, hair tied into a ponytail because Chloe threatened to cut her hair and we had to plead with her not too. It didn’t take much to convince her not to actually, we just had to bring tacos and ketchup with mustard along and that was it. I remember watching her fold the tacos, and mix the ketchup and mustard together and then dip the tacos into the mixture. Truly a sight I

I squeeze a little tighter, thumb sliding over the tip, hips lifting- Boom *The door instantly swings open without a knock. My hand freezes mid-stroke. Chloe's standing there in tiny sleep shorts and an oversized USC hoodie that slips off one shoulder. Hair soaked,water dripping off like she's just come from bath or something. Phone in one hand, half-eaten apple in the other. “Oh… my... god…” She says Her blue eyes drop straight to my lap, to my hand, then to the very obvious, very hard situation I’m in - literally

She looked frantic. "Chloe?" I said. My voice sounded so strange. "What did you do to me?!" she screamed, lunging toward me. I stepped back into the corridor. "You weirdo! Is this some Japanese magic? Fix it! WHAT DID YOU DO!" Chloe kept yelling. I caught a glimpse of us in the grand hallway mirror. A short, messy girl in a hoodie screaming at a beautiful, composed blonde in a blue pyjamas. I took her upstairs. "Chloe, calm down," I said, my hands steady. I reached out to touch her arm, but she flinched. "I’m just as shocked as you are.

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.