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

in a voice that was too flat, too empty. Louis pulled back and searched her face. "Why did you do that? Why did you try to run?" Chloe looked down at her feet. "I just…" She glanced at Lorenzo, then back at Louis. "I just wanted to go to America." Louis smiled, trying to ease the tension. "Of course we can get a holiday there." Chloe nodded but didn't say anything else. Lorenzo stepped forward and put his hand on Chloe's shoulder. "Young child becoming a teenager soon. Hormones. It happens."

"Tonight?" Chloe looked at the ring. It hung loose on her finger. She looked at me. She did not look impressed. She looked annoyed. "You want to marry me tonight," she said. "In this dress? I look like a raccoon who raided a dumpster." I blinked. Most women would cry. Most women would scream. Chloe Rossi cracked a joke about her laundry. "You will not wear that," I said. "Maids are coming. They will clean you."

Impatient. I opened the door. Chloe was standing there. She was wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. Her hair was in a messy bun. Her eyes were red. She had been crying too. "Chloe." "Do not," she said. "Do not what." "Do not say my name like that. Like you are happy to see me. Like you did not lie to me for months." "I am happy to see you." "Well I am not happy to see you." She walked past me into my room. Sat on my bed. Looked at me.

~~~ I don't know how long I sat there, but the silence of the room was eventually shattered by the sound of the door swinging open. Chloe stumbled in, her breathing ragged. Her pale blue shirt…the one she was so proud of…was drenched in a dark, sticky orange juice, the liquid dripping down the fabric. My chair scraped loudly against the floor as I stood. “What happened?” She tried to smile. “It’s nothing,” she muttered, wiping her eyes, but her hands were shaking. “Chloe.” “Forget it, Liv, it's not important…” I whipped out my phone. “I should check CBB; I bet there's already an uploaded video,” I said, my fingers rapidly tapping on my phone screen.

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?"