Chloe Frazer Uncharted 4 Novels & Stories

“Thanks for cooling out your mate. I’m sure you know this whole plan hinges on who exactly finds you.” I cautiously looked up. They were still joined at the hip, but nothing that would be too nosey to observe. “Yeah. I just didn’t get quite far enough in planning to figure out how to orchestrate those people finding me. Gregory had me up and moving a bit too soon, I think…” Chandler’s smile was infectious. “Not possible. We had a plan already. You joining the cause just makes things a bit easier.” “So?” “So, the two Wulvers that have a bit of rogue scent - my mate and myself just from proximity to her - have been lurking around the border. We’ll spend the next few days drawing them out for y

I ask as we make our way to where Jasper took off at. “Yeah, she did a number on that girl, but it didn’t stop there. She sent the girl back to your family that night, but as soon as she stood in front of them she gave Hayden an order to shoot and kill. Blood went all over the both people standing there, I mean, I went to afghanistan for a few months and I have never seen the blood splatter like that before.” He sighs. “Chloe did all that?” It’s unbelievable. “I can’t even imagine that happening.

Thinking of loan sharks striked fear through her heart. If they could be somehow free from them! The doorbell rang and she jumped in fright. It was past midday. Almost 3 in the afternoon. Who would come at such an odd time? With that though, she went to the front to open it. Ethan had also come out of his room curious to see who was at the door. Eloisa would not come at this time. Yoonah opened the door to her worst fear. The loan sharks were standing there. She silently led them inside. She had forgotten today's date. Ethan quickly went to call Eloisa. He knew her mother could not handle them alone.

Standing on the threshold was Chloe. She looked effortlessly gorgeous, wearing a cropped light-wash denim jacket, high-waisted white trousers, and a pair of oversized designer sunglasses pushed up into her bouncy, voluminous blonde hair. She was holding a brown paper bag from a high-end Upper West Side bakery in one hand and her sleek leather purse in the other. Chloe was Liam’s girlfriend—and she was one of only three people on the entire planet who knew that this high-profile sports romance was a completely fabricated, legally binding corporate facade.

Philip raised his head slightly and reached out for the zipper on Chloe’s back. At this time, the zipper was already partly pulled down by her. Due to her weak arms, the zipper was stuck in one spot. The part of her flesh that was exposed was very delicate like jelly, and the shape of her two shoulder blades was clearly visible. From the back, Chloe's long hair was soft and black. Her waist was very slender as if it had been painted by a well-known artist. Her figure was so beautiful. Just the sight of her back alone could leave a man with infinite fantasies. She was truly a femme fatale!

"Sister Zoey?" The voice startled her. She turned around and found that it was a tall and thin girl standing in front of her. "Eh! You are... Chloe? Chloe?" They hadn't seen each other for four years. Chloe Hyatt was already eighteen years old, and she had truly grown into a graceful and elegant young lady. She had straight black hair with bangs.

"If my cousin, Drake, along with his companion Theo, was there then it could be that they managed to devise a plan for Vivien Li's escape." "I wonder where Tara Jōn was," Chloe murmured. Her statement was immediately answered when they heard footsteps from their right. As they skirted around the area, they could feel the dark Auræ mingling in the place. They knew that the true nature of the Ahn Mountain Ranges was coming to view. There were about five kilometers looking for the source of the footsteps when Chloe caught a glimpse of a familiar pink blur. The figure was taking off towards the northeast, deeper into the mountain forest. Chloe quickened her pace as she began to trail the pink fi

The pursuit of truth had transformed her into a force to be reckoned with, a beacon of light amidst the shadows. And so, Chloe stepped forward, her eyes fixed on the horizon of uncertainty. The battle ahead would be arduous, but she was ready. The game was afoot, and she was determined to emerge victorious, bringing down the clandestine PACK and revealing the truth that lay hidden within their web of deception.

They had finally broken through the storm. "Here! We're over here!" Danny yelled, waving his arms with all his might. The chopper slowly descended onto the helipad, its rotors kicking up snow that stung our faces like tiny blades. The side door slid open, and several fully-armed soldiers jumped out. Chloe immediately ran toward them. She smoothed her messy hair and instantly put on her sweet, innocent expression. "Officers, thank God you're here! I'm Chloe, the influencer. I have millions of followers. You have to save me first. I can pay you a lot..."

“The final horn hasn't sounded yet. We have no idea which wolf will claim the final point!” She tore her arm from his grip and strode down the hallway, the sharp clack of her heels sounding like skates hitting concrete. Tyler watched her retreat, letting out a long, heavy breath through his teeth. She was a venomous serpent on the ice, but it was that exact lethal instinct that had originally commanded his respect during the early seasons. As Chloe cleared the outer security desk, her device began to hum. Expecting Denise to be returning with the coordinates, she halted near the glass doors, pulling the unit from her pocket. The display revealed an entirely unexpected tracking signature.