Chloe Fairly Odd Novels & Stories

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.

The accident was no excuse for this kind of stupidity. Finally, footsteps sounded on the stairs. I turned. Chloe appeared, dressed in simple formal clothes with almost no makeup, just a touch of lip gloss. Her hair was neat but nothing like the glamorous, made-up Chloe I knew. She looked… ordinary. Scared. Awkward. She sat down quietly and said, “Hello.” My mother smiled warmly. “Hello, dear. How are you feeling? The accident must have been so hard on you.” “Fine,” Chloe replied softly, eyes downcast.

There was another soft knock. I walked to the door and opened it. And there she was. Chloe. Her brown curls were pinned back loosely, and she wore one of those plain gray flimsy omega uniforms that barely covered her boobs and exposed her long shapely legs. The gown was too short, and I wondered whose twisted mind conceived such a revealing outfit for omegas. Then she looked up at me with those soulful green eyes that turned me to mush. I loved her eyes, they were a rare shade of green and very beautiful.

Chris said with a grin, “Uncle Nial, Chloe is Cabbage. Daddy isn’t lying. Chloe is naturally sensitive to medicine, and that’s why she’s so clever. Don’t doubt her. I saw her taming the snakes and extracting the ME substance from their bodies.” “Uncle, I truly am Cabbage,” Chloe chimed in sincerely. “Do you need anything?” When Nial saw the sincere look in Chloe’s eyes, he finally believed this absurd truth. Instantly he felt his heart plunging from heaven to hell. The sexy, intelligent goddess he held dear…was this little girl?!

Having no other recourse, Florence resorted to her usual tactic—acting spoiled and domineering, claiming everything for herself. Chloe couldn't help but smile. Florence's eyes did resemble Lionel's, but at the end of the day, they were just wide with anger, lacking Lionel's sharpness and commanding presence. In fact, Chloe felt like she was looking at a little five- or six-year-old girl, puffing up in frustration over not getting her way. "Alright, it's yours," Chloe said generously, standing up and heading toward the house. She wasn't in the mood to bother with this spoiled princess.

The house had transformed almost overnight into a hive of wedding preparation, seamstresses and florists and caterers moving through the halls with the particular frantic energy of people racing against a timeline that left no room for the usual leisurely pace of such arrangements. Chloe moved through the middle of it feeling strangely detached, fitted for dresses and consulted on flowers while her mind stayed fixed on the six weeks steadily shrinking toward five. Mrs. Pryce found her during a rare quiet moment between fittings, a folded paper pressed discreetly into her hand with none of the usual careful pleasantries that preceded such exchanges.

Her cheeks coiled into a smile and I draped my hands on her waist, "may we dance together?" She nodded in reply. ..... Chloe's POV Feeling bored, I have been staring at the clock observing as the hand keeps moving. I have been laying on the bed expecting Xavier walking through the doors stepping into the room. It just hit 10:56. Isn't that really late in the hour of the night? Where is he? I pondered. I shut my eyes and I tried to sleep but I couldn't wondering when Xavier's gonna get home. Xavier's POV

Chloe mouthed in disbelief. "Oh, maybe it's time you know the truth, Love. Blake was your mysterious pen pal! He was the one that sent all those love notes back in college, not me. How he wished you'd call him by his name for once, but you never did. I only befriended you because our shy prince ordered me to but at some point, I fell for you. Unfortunately for you, you only had eyes for me. Blake desperately wanted you back then but I doubt he still does now that you look like a mess trying to have a child." He body-shamed her. Chloe lost a chunk of weight over the years as a result of the severe Depression and Anorexia she suffered after her third miscarriage. She barely took care of hersel

They all stood around her, and I stepped out of her room. I was about to call Luna Abby, when Chloe and Prince Aidinth showed up! I breathed a huge sigh of relief, "You have no idea how happy I am to see you!" Chloe hugged me, "I wish it were under better circumstances, but we are here. Aidinth has already made arrangements with the doctor to draw some of his blood to give to her." I stood back and shook his hand, "You have no idea how much this means to me." He smiled, "I do know. We went through a time when we weren’t sure Chloe was going to live. She was kidnapped and tortured in horrible ways. Let's get in there." We all walked in, and I told my brothers and Adelina, "I didn't have to ca

"Well, as long as everyone's okay. Your mom wants me to convince you to go back and repeat a year with Chloe. She must be dreaming!" However, just two days later, we got news from my dad saying that Chloe had suddenly gone insane. She kept insisting she had gotten into Royalton College and saying she was prettier than me; then, she clawed her face to shreds with her bare hands. By the time my grandmother and I got to the house, Chloe was completely unrecognizable. She did not even look human anymore. The neighbors all said she had gone crazy from the shock of scoring zeros on the college entrance exam.