Novel & Cerita Chloe Fairly Odd

be interested in me after what happened today? “Chloe, come and have dinner.” I heard Mary’s loud voice from downstairs which distracted me from overthinking any further. “Coming, Mary.” I called out and stood up from my bed to head downstairs. The next day when I reached school with my friends, I could see people staring at me and some even laughing and whispering among themselves. It wasn’t even that bad to think about. These people have nothing interesting enough to gossip I guess. “Ugh! Get over it already.” I yelled loud enough for everyone to hear as I walked inside. “Don’t mind them, Chloe.” Jenny rubbed my arm in a comforting manner and I noticed Tyler White, standing in front of hi

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.”

said Claire and turned around then walked ahead . " Hey , where are you going ? " said Chloe . " Toilet ! A certain strong perfume scent is making me wanna vomit . " said Claire and walked ahead . " That ugly pauper rat ! " said the girl next to Chloe annoyed . " Chloe , could she win ? " asked the other girl next to her a bit hesitantly . " How can she possibly win ? I will make sure she never hits the target . " said Chloe with a vicious smirk .

Chloe took a deep breath and then agreed for some unknown reason William had great impact on her and she could not resist him. "Let me run up and change"Chloe said as she turned around and found her way upstairs. A little while later Chloe stepped out in a short green floral print dress and a black sandal. After taking permission from Sandra she left with William. He took her to the bar where they first met, little did Chloe know there was a surprise waiting for her on the other end of the door. "SUPRISE!!!" Immediately as Chloe stepped through the door her supposed friends and the people they invited jumped up and yelled suprise. William turned to look at Chloe's face and then he noticed th

It was as clear as crystal and I knew I'd get another mate sooner or later but all my childhood expectations just went down the drain. I never thought I'd end up getting tangled with something like this. How could stormy grey eyes of all people be my fated mate? "Cheer up, Chloe, you'll meet your prince charming soon and he'll completely sweep you off your feet." Figures. But he wasn't going to be my fated mate. "Have you..." I trailed off to gather my wits, "Have you seen him since the run?" "Who?" She asked me, her eyes narrowing in that typical Amelia way, "Tyler? No, I've not. He went home immediately after the run and he's still not back."

Lena shrugged. "I mean, we haven't really been talking lately, but he's the only person that calls me princess." Chloe stared at her. Then she burst out laughing. Lena frowned. "Hello?" She pointed at herself. "Did I say something funny?" "No." Chloe struggled to breathe. "It's not that." She wiped tears from her eyes. "It's just weird." Lena squints her eyes. "Weird?" "Yeah." Chloe grinned mischievously. "He calls you princess and then what?"

“Slow down!” Chloe paced around the kitchen, her frustration palpable. What had happened to her friend? This wasn’t the Racheal she knew—this was someone caught in a delusional fantasy. Chloe shook her head, trying to make sense of the situation. “What on earth is going on with her?” she muttered to herself. “Who goes back to their vomit like this? Didn't she recall the number of nights she cried? She’s acting like she’s in some twisted fairytale.”

I catch a tremor in her lip. “Miss, are you sure you’re in the right place?” she says. I look around and hold my hands out. “My brother said this is the student center.” The woman’s eyes twitch ever-so slightly. She sticks out a perfectly-manicured hand. “Kathy,” she says. “And you are?” I stick out my own hand, nails coated in chipped black nail polish. “Chloe,” I say with all the fake sugary sweetness I can muster. “Chloe,” she repeats like maple syrup laced with rat poison. “You’re from Greendale, right? I didn’t know fashion was so—” Another once over, lingering on the holes of my tee. “– Interesting there.”