Chloe Frazer Uncharted 4 Novels & Stories

I nodded and said, "Some people wanted to get the precious Moonstones. Alpha Shay from the Aberrant Canines decided to put an end to everything by destroying the mountain." "Yes, he made it. And that explosion triggered an earthquake. And after that earthquake, three ancient relics from the Azula Ruins appeared on the mainland. The first one is Czar's Ring, which is the ring you're wearing. It was traded by several dealers and eventually attained by Alpha Zackery's mother, the Late Queen Daliah. After Alpha Zackery killed his mother, he got this ring. It possesses tremendous power, which is yet to be discovered."

Zenith turned and began walking toward the door. Whatever restraint he had left, was gone. Zenith paused just outside the door. He lifted the small device, attaching it carefully before pressing the switch. A low distortion crackled. Then he tested it. “Hello” The voice that came out wasn’t his. It was Hunter’s. A slow, satisfied smile spread on his masked face. “Perfect.” For a brief second, he stood there, savoring it, this control, this advantage. Then he pushed the door open.

“But the account was a dead end. Opened under a fake name with false documentation. Most likely a burner account, wiped clean now. We can't connect it to anyone—not officially.” I ran a hand down my face, the frustration in my gut turning into full-blown dread. “You’re telling me you have nothing? Not even a location?” “Not one that helps you. The trail ends here, Austin.” I hung up and sat there staring at the wall. Chloe left no clue. Just like I had tried to do. Except she had outplayed me this time. I thought blackmail was the worst of it. But now? Now she was escalating. Making herself seen. And if she was making herself visible to Zoe, it meant she was done hiding. She was about to act

But, what really caught my attention was the beat box she has stowed away underneath the table. " You play beat box?" I asked. "Just a hobby." She sat at the edge of her bed; hugging a pillow. "Could you play me a beat?" "Nah." "Please?" "No." she sternly said. "Buzz kill." "Are you always this nosy?" she asked. "Even when you're injured, you're still annoying." "Yeah, it's one of my many qualities that make girls go gaga over me." **** Chloe's POV What has become of my life?

Ann said and left the room. As soon as they left, Chloe continued struggling with the ropes wishing she could just get freed so she could flee to a far distance where no one would find her. She knows deep down that Tyler would never allow her go scot free even after telling them everything they need to know. “I'm so done for, what do I do?” She muttered and continued crying. ***

"I'm not going to tolerate it any longer. I have to fight back. If they won't let me live in peace, then they will face the consequences. Even if Jasper dies, it's divine punishment for the Whitmans." "Shut up!" Noah fell silent and quietly went to his room. * The wind howled fiercely and the raindrops were freezing. Chloe's dress was lifted by the wind as she struggled to illuminate the wet map with a flashlight while searching for the entrance to Duskfall in the wilderness. The cold had made her face slightly pale, and her fair skin appeared exceptionally beautiful in the fading twilight. Although Samuel knew Duskfall’s location, he had never been there in person and was clueless about the

Kendrick’s calm, brown eyes held Nate’s for a moment, the silent assessment of a professional guardian, before he gave a slow, acknowledging dip of his chin. A slight, nervous movement drew Nate’s eye. “And that is Chloe,” Kieran said, his tone slightly drier. “Our resident medic and field researcher. Try not to damage yourself; she fusses.” The pink-haired woman, Chloe, blushed a deep red and stopped bouncing on her feet, offering Nate a flustered, tiny wave.

Wondering who it was, she opened it and saw it was Zach. "Why is he calling me, when he can't talk?" Chloe murmured as she opened the GPS, so it could help her get to his company. She plugs in her earphone as she finds her way to his company. When Chloe got to his company, her mouth was wide agape starting at his company. Even if Chloe was a rich girl she couldn't help but get fascinated with the magnificent building in front of her. "Woah, he is stinky rich." She murmured as she walked into the building. She didn't miss the awkward stares she got when she got inside the building, guess because of her mask and glass.

Something about seeing Chloe standing in this space, her packed dreadlocks and her rings and her thin frame against all this marble and glass, made the reality of everything feel suddenly very sharp. Chloe turned. She looked neater today than she had at the church. Her locs were pulled back and up, and she had on a clean dark jacket. But she was still thin. Too thin. The kind of thin that did not happen in a few months. "That tall older guy let me in," Chloe said simply. Natasha blinked. "Xavier?" "Is that his name?" Chloe said, like it was a mildly interesting piece of information. "Do you know him?" Natasha asked.

Chloe had been useful, but if she became a nuisance… I looked at the crates. "If she's smart, she'll get out. If she's stupid…" I shrugged. "She wasn't meant to survive this war." Vince nodded brusquely. I turned back to the view, watching as the last of the shipment was secured in place. Let the game continue. Chloe I had known. I had known as soon as I entered the penthouse and scanned the headlines scrolling across the TV screen. BREAKING: Chloe Mitchell Unveiled—The Secret Puppeteer Behind Carter Industries' Illegal Accounts