Chloe Fairly Odd Novels & Stories

“Let’s just say Chloe asked for something a little more… unconventional.” Chloe’s stomach dropped. Melinda’s jaw clenched. Zoe blinked at him, confused. “Different… how?” Valerius’s lips curved into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Let’s just say Chloe asked for something a little more… unconventional.” Chloe’s stomach dropped. Melinda’s jaw clenched. Zoe’s mouth parted. “Like if it’s what I think then I can’t stand for it.”

"She’s been a blessing to this family." At that moment, Chloe walked past, her presence commanding the room even in casual attire. She wore a singlet-like crop top and carried a laundry basket, her stride purposeful. Seeing her up close again took me by surprise. There was something undeniably captivating about her. As she came nearer, I noticed a small birthmark on her waist, partially visible under her top. It sparked a strange familiarity, but I couldn’t quite place where I had seen it before. My mind raced, trying to connect the dots, but the shock and surprise muddled my thoughts.

“You’re going to marry her! You’re going to live under the same roof! I’m supposed to just be okay with you sharing a bed with that walking lump of meat? Just the thought of it makes me sick to my stomach, Liam! I can’t stand the idea of your flawless skin touching her bloated body!” Chloe yanked her hand away, sending ripples through the warm water of the oversized tub. She turned her back to him, deliberately flaunting the smooth, wet curve of her spine. “The woman looks like a prized hog,” Chloe muttered bitterly. “She’s brainless, utterly passionless, and she moves like a snail under the weight of her own fat. And her clothes! She dresses like an eighteenth-century nun just to hide those

A nasty cocktail of shock, betrayal, and jealousy. Chloe’s mind space was a whole lot different. She directly fainted. The math was devastatingly simple: Her goons + Her failed plot + The next room = This. This unthinkable, catastrophic, cosmically unfair punchline. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she crumpled to the floor in a dead faint, her silver gown pooling around her like a fallen disco ball. Clarisse and Helena surrounded her at once, wondering if it was a problem with the baby.

“Doesn’t she look beautiful, Caroline?” Caroline looks up. Her smile is small and perfect and cold. “Stunning as always, Serena. That coat is divine.” “Thank you.” My voice is polite the way Liam likes. Chloe finally lifts her eyes. She is twenty-four, three years younger than me, but sometimes she looks fifteen with that baby face and huge blue eyes. Today her blonde hair is in two low braids, innocent schoolgirl style, but the dress she’s wearing costs five thousand dollars and shows half her chest. She stands up and hugs me, arms tight around my neck, perfume sweet and heavy.

Chloe strode in arrogantly, flanked by three burly bodyguards. "Madam," Margret's secretary called out behind them; she didn't dare get close. Margret's voice was filled with fury as she asked, "Chloe, what is the meaning of this?" Chloe responded with a smile, "The meaning is exactly what you saw," and casually sat down on the couch, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "This office has an unpleasant odour," Chloe commented disdainfully. Klaus trembled with anger and shouted, "What did you just say, you bitch?"

"But I assure you, my life is perfectly fine." Chloe scoffed. “Perfectly fine is a…strong word after being disowned. And dragged for being a cheat. That's quite something, isn't it?” Thea smiled. “What is this? Kindergarten? Why are you here making sly comments? We both know you're not curious.” Chloe’s face flushed. Sarah and Bella exchanged uncomfortable glances. Thea wasn't giving them the reaction they expected. "Well," Chloe stammered, "if you're going to be like that..."

Chloe pushes the old thing and it swings open Finally! I breathe, taking a big breath of fresh air. " That was interesting." Zero mutters and I turn to look at him as if he has gone nuts. Maybe he has because what the hell was interesting about crawling like dirty pigs through a dark and web covered path? He ignores me and turns to look at Chloe who is still in her bathrobe" you need something decent to wear." He comments and only then do I realise that she isn't clothed. Chloe blushes, looking away.