Chloe From Dance Moms Now Novels & Stories

"I just... don't think good moms exist anymore. I just look around, Chlo. Look at my mom. Look at your mom... Look at Noah’s mom. I look at the women who were supposed to show us the way and all I see are warnings. I don't think 'good mothers' actually exist anymore. Maybe the mold just broke." Chloe is silent for a moment. Then she sits up straighter. "I’m a mom," she says. "And I love Nadia more than I love my own breath." "I know you do." “So don’t say good mothers don’t exist,” she continues. “Because I exist. And that doesn't make me a ghost, does it?" "Chloe, you're different," I whisper.

Her mom had the same expression on. "Wh... what do you mean, dad? What's going on? Nothing is going on." Chloe said with a small shrug of her shoulders, trying to act it cool, even though she knew that she didn't have any way out. "Yeah, nothing is going on? The marriage certificate? The marriage ring? Happy video and even exclaiming that in front of Alex. You are still going to say that nothing is going on? We played along at first, thinking it was just the party of the plan. Who knew there was more to this than that?" Her mom asked in a playful taunting tone, making them blush red.

She then let the fifth call get to its final ring before picking it up. “Hi, Nova,” Chloe said nervously. “Why didn’t you pick up my call on the first ring? Is anyone more important to you than I am?.” Nova arrogantly asked. The phone was put on loudspeaker and she was still munching on the fruits. Chloe had been her most loyal minion from way back in high school. As Chloe had nothing. She, Nova Woods had everything. Therefore Chloe worshipped her and Nova rewarded her by placing her in the best dance academy in the city after college through her family’s connections.

"I'll make sure Ester keeps coming to Mama's house. She's the future daughter-in-law of the Grisham family, right? You've taught her a few things about the Grishams, right?" Chloe understood now. Unavoidably, a laugh escaped her lips, tinted with a soft pink. "I didn't expect it to turn out like this. I agree with that." "We'll wait for Leonel to come home then. He'll definitely come home with Dad. You should meet Dad, Sa. He often asks about you. I'm sure he also wants to see his future daughter-in-law, who has regained her sight." "Chloe is no longer a Grisham daughter-in-law, Mom," she corrected the middle-aged woman's statement.

"Come on, it's just a dance and it's a wedding. I have to dance with the bridesmaid anyway. I'll be back soon." Ugh! What kind of a boyfriend let's his girl dance with her ex? An understanding one, perhaps. "Tyler! What do you want?" I asked with a sigh as soon as Tim left us alone and he immediately pulled me into his arms, making me gasp and my skin burned from the way he touched my waist. I flicked my eyes to meet his darkened gaze and he swallowed hard as he kept staring at me with the passion that lacked between me and Tim. "You. I want you, Chloe. All of you." He whispered as he started to dance with me to the slow beat of the song and I looked over his shoulders to find Tim, dancing w

“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.

The once chaotic house was now a picture of maturity, love, and the enduring bonds they had all built over the years. Chloe, now eighteen and on the verge of stepping into the world as an adult, stood by the window, gazing out at the yard. She had grown into a beautiful young woman, her dark hair falling in waves around her shoulders. She still wore that soft, knowing smile, a mixture of Isla’s warmth and Adrian’s quiet confidence. As she straightened her graduation gown, there was an undeniable sense of pride in her eyes.

I yelled out her name in shock, watching with my heart in my throat as the little girl expertly weaved between the crowds to get to her mother. I then watched as the two hugged each other and cameras stuttered, each media representative taking pictures of them. I stood at a side watching them and just then, Chloe pulled on her mother's hands, pointing at me. Her mother bent down to her level to hear whatever Chloe was saying. She nodded once and then rose to her feet, turning to face and the two began to approach me. “Mom, this is Amelia, my new chef and nanny. She is me and daddy's friend,” Chloe proudly said.

Pretty whimpered, her lower lip trembling. Kamal stepped forward, fists clenched at his side. “Don’t touch her!” Chloe turned her glare on him and let out a sharp, mocking laugh. “Oh, so the little men want to be heroes now? Just like your so called father, always puffing your chest but clueless in the head.” She shoved Pretty back roughly, causing the little girl to stumble into Beauty’s arms. “Go outside,” Chloe snapped. “Play in the garden. Maybe the sun will burn some sense into you.”

I sat beside her watching as Chloe grabbed 3 bowls from the cupboard and a cereal box from another. "Besides your only saying that because you have a huge crush on Damon," Chloe revealed, pouring equal parts of cereal into each cup. "I do not," Cleo denied, looking offended. "He is extremely rude and far too old for me," she said calmly, her eyes staring into oblivion. "He's 17 and you said he was extremely brilliant and brave for joining a pack at such a young age," Chloe said, mocking her sisters British accent. She even began walking like her, daintily opening the fridge and taking out a box of milk.