Novel & Cerita Chloe Frazer Uncharted 4

I grab the corner chair and perch it at the foot of the bed. When I take a seat, I lean back and enjoy whatever she’s willing to share with me. She hikes up the material of her dress and dips her hand between her thighs. I eagerly admire her fingers as they brush her nude underwear. At first, she rolls her index and middle finger over the hood of her clit through the fabric. A soft noise escapes her parted lips. I flick my gaze to her face to find her eyes focused on mine. My wolf howls so deeply it almost tears me off this chair and into a frenzy of heated lust. But I keep my ass firmly planted and watch.

"Oh, I knew I smelled strawberry and privilege up here!" Chloe rounded the corner of the ferns. She had changed out of her ruined, pink-stained Chanel blouse and was now wearing an equally offensive, outrageously expensive champagne-colored silk halter top and matching wide-leg trousers. She looked immaculate, holding a crystal glass of white wine in her hand. But the moment her eyes landed on us—specifically on Dani hovering over me on a picnic blanket—her bright, fake smile faltered. Her eyes narrowed into sharp, icy slits.

He brought up. Just then, Chloe dropped her blindfold. She was actually dressed in a head-tie wrapped over her face and huge dark shades, almost covering all if her face. With this, Chloe took off the dark glasses as Zoey recognized her from the picture, Sapphire once showed her. "So you're the Chloe Charles that kept bugging my friend's life?! You were stalking Sapphire just to upset her, now and you're here? What did you do this time, uh?!" Chloe raised her voice at her, pestered.

He returned to the table, sliding into his chair like he’d just finished a warm-up lap. Naya’s pulse thundered. She whispered, “You didn’t even break him.” Zipper leaned close, his voice low. “Patience, princess. I just cracked the paint. Chloe’s next. She’ll peel herself.” When Chloe took the stand, she looked angelic in pale blue. Perfect hair, gentle smile. “Miss Chloe,” Zipper said, his tone bright and falsely polite, “you were Naya’s closest friend. Correct?” “Yes,” Chloe said, voice soft. “We were like sisters.”

The bile rose into her throat, burning while her stomach turned. *No. It’s not him.* And that wasn’t far from the truth either. Nathaniel would never raise a finger to hunt them down. He’d get his men to do it and despite how mean and disgusting they could be, they weren’t that good at hunting. So, it had to be someone else. “Where’s the rifle?” Chloe asked breathlessly as she pushed herself up. “In the footlocker, where we found it.” Freya replied nervously. “What are you going to do?”

Being 13 years old and stuck with my suffering grandparents with an ailment is hard. I quickly wipe my tears and head into the locker room. ‘I’m going to wait out front to see if I can get a glimpse of Leonardo Falcone’. I hear the redhead say to one of the girls. ‘Maybe he’ll even try to get me home with me’. She bites her lip, pulls her hair from the bun, and turns to the mirror in her locker.

The rogue collapsed instantly, unconscious before he could even touch her. Claire didn’t hesitate. She crossed the room quickly and pressed her hand against the wall, her fingers finding the hidden mechanism she already knew was there. A soft click echoed. The panel slid open, just as it had in the vision. She slipped into the narrow tunnel beyond, darkness closing in around her as distant voices echoed behind her. “Search everywhere!” “Find that slut Claire!” Chase. Claire didn’t run blindly. She ran with purpose, because she knew exactly where she was going and exactly who she would find.

“Who healed me?“ “Zoe!“ “Who is Zoe?“ “You will have to ask Chloe!“ Chloe's pov After eating dinner, she retired back to her room as she stared into space at the ceilings, with the same question, Who are her parents? How is she going to find them? She stood up and took her back pack to work on her assignment. She went to the shelf where she kept her textbook, to take out the textbook she will be needing for the assignment, she raided the books one after another searching for the textbook when she came across a journal. “Rachel Gerard, Do not Open unless you are Rachel Gerard!“ she read from the book cover and took it, opening to the first page. TBC…

The signal cut abruptly. Chloe stared at the screen, her fingers curling around her wine glass so tightly it nearly shattered. The feed had gone dark. They found the tracker. Her lips twisted into a snarl. But that didn’t matter. Not anymore. Because she wasn’t done. Her next move was already in motion. A single text buzzed on her burner phone. Unknown Number: We have eyes on them. They’re leaving the penthouse. Shall we intercept? Chloe’s smirk returned. Chloe: No. Let them run. I already know where they’re going.

Opening the door, she saw Clara whose hand hung in the air because she wanted to knock on her door with a look of surprise on her face. " Good morning ma'am, breakfast is ready " " And Liam " " He just left " Chloe smiled knowingly at Clara, and proceeded to the dinning . She only ate a little breakfast and left the Reigns mansion in a hurry . She has a lot of trekking to do, she did not trust Darlyn that much to tell the designated driver her address . She doesn't want people snooping in on her private affairs. Trekking for some minutes, she believed she had stepped out of Reign's estate and territories; she proceeded to call the designated driver that arrived within the space of ten minute