Chloe Fairly Odd の小説・ストーリー

I ask suspiciously. Kayleigh turns to me with a wide grin. “I’m showing Maxwell videos and pictures of you from school from our cheerleading days when you face-planted the floor at Lydia’s party.” I laugh hesitantly, my face on fire. Maxwell’s eyes glitter with amusement. “O-Kay, I think that’s enough,” I say, reaching forward to take her phone. “Fine, fine.” She swats me away gently. “I thought Maxwell would like to see.” “I did.” He nods in agreement.

He was still trying to figure out whether Joey truly loved Zachary. Looking at the stern-faced Zachary, Henry said, "There's this major scandal going on with Chloe. They're saying her designs aren't hers. "And get this, she supposedly can't even sew. The kicker is, there's videos and audio evidence – it's all over the place!" Thinking he misheard, Kent repeated, "Hold up, what? Chloe's designs aren't hers, she can't sew, and there were videos and audio recordings as proof?"

Like a dry branch breaking. Chloe's eyes flew open. This time, it wasn't acting. It was real. Her mouth opened. She seemed to want to scream something. The wind was too loud. I couldn't hear anything. She fell. Her white camisole dress flipped upward, exposing her stomach. Her hair streamed above her like dark waterweeds. Her arms clawed through the air and caught nothing. Then she grew smaller. Smaller. Finally, she became a white dot. Then she vanished into the mist.

Chloe agreed, her face resuming the fierce look it had earlier. Chloe is a dark chocolate-skinned girl with a nose pointing towards heaven. Her eyes, which she was blessed with, are tiny with deep blue orbs that always glittered in the light. She had dark curls that stopped above her bosom and beautiful straight legs that drew men's attention to her. She had taken after her mother in looks, but in color, she was the exact copy of her grandmother. Her IQ wasn't too great, so she always had to depend on her little sister to understand things.

Dante replied, "You barely stopped to breath just kept on ranting about stuff." "Because it's important!" She exclaimed. "Calm down baby, you're doing it again." She took a deep breath and rested her head on his shoulders. "I'm so sorry, my hormones are running wild." "Let me handle this ok." She nodded before going back to join the rest of the group. Chloe was trying out a new Christmas cap. "How does this look on me, mom?" She asked twirling around. Chloe chuckled. "Aside from looking goofy, you look cute."

"You know that you look ridiculous, right?" Chloe said as she walked beside me across the quad. I glared over at her from under my sunglasses as she tucked her hair behind her ear. My eyes rolled over her outfit, and I internally grumbled at her long sleeve blue top, standard carpi pants, and white vans. If she had listened to me when we were getting dressed, I wouldn't look so ridiculous. My hair was tucked under my black hoodie, and I wore the same dark pair of skinny jeans that I did at the party.

Chloe's POV Today had been an information overload. I still wasn't sure if it was all real or not. I was a Princess of the Ocean, next in line to be the Queen. I sighed as I threw another piece of popcorn into my mouth. I was sat on our bed in our suite watching some crap on TV. I couldn't even tell you what was going on in the programme as I couldn't concentraite.

Chloe's POV I made sure to prepare everything I need for the party last night before going to bed to make time for my annual Halloween tradition. I sat on the bed with the laptop on my lap, a box of Kleenex beside me to use to wipe away my tears as I watch the moment where the female character; Allie, remembers her husband; Noah. This was how Andy saw me when she came in my room. "Chloe." She sang my name. Her expression changed when she saw the state that I'm in. "What's wrong?"

Chloe just nodded calmly but when Neptos turned away, she pumped her fist in the air with a silent 'yeah'! That night, Chloe was combing her hair in front of the mirror. Hemera had help her clean herself and then left her for bed. Her hair now reached her shoulders, the roots were visibly red. Her eyes have dominant gold in it and she noticed that her black pupils were slightly slit. The colors of her surroundings were still sharply altered but she was used to it by now. Chloe saw a movement behind her through the reflection of the mirror so she turned around. A Faerie was flapping its wings. "Read," she commanded as she turned back to the mirror.