Chloe Lukasiak Book Novels & Stories

"I think your father is capable of a great many careful, defensive things, when he believes the alternative is losing what little control he has left over a situation he can't fully manage. Whether this particular thing is one of them, I honestly couldn't say with any certainty. But I wouldn't rule it out, and I wouldn't be surprised, either way, to learn he at least knows precisely what that book was built to do." Chloe went to bed that night with more questions than she'd woken up carrying, the comfortable, contained shape of a family mystery she'd been chasing for weeks now expanding, uncomfortably, into something considerably larger and more deliberately constructed than she'd initially

Just as the two were about to face off, Luka suddenly came running happily as he excitedly said to Chloe. "Chloe, I've thought of a way to deal with Nicole!" "Speak!" "Speak!" The two spoke at the same time. Both Chloe and Snow looked at each other and saw the hatred in each other's eyes. Chloe did not expect that Snow to still hate Nicole even when the latter had helped her. However, no one would prefer an additional enemy, so she quickly changed her tact and said to Luka, after giving Snow a glance. "Out with it." Luka looked at Chloe and then at Snow as he whispered a few words. Both Chloe and Snow looked at each other before following him into the car.

Chloe sat cross-legged on her bedroom floor, natural lighting softening her features, voice deceptively playful. “Let’s talk about The Gold Digger’s Handbook,” she said with a smirk. The video went viral within hours. She never said Elena’s name. She didn’t have to. “Chapter One,” Chloe continued in the next post. “Always secure medical leverage. A sick parent works wonders.” The comments exploded. Speculation turned to certainty when she referenced: “a scholarship girl from Jackson Heights” “a foundation-funded diagnosis” “a certain East Wing” By the third video, hashtags were trending.

I stumbled, face-to-face with a girl my age — choppy pink hair, wide hazel eyes full of pure panic. “What the hell….” I started, trying to pull free. “Saving your ass,” she hissed, peeking through the vents. “I’m Chloe. And you just let the devil catch you staring.” “I was just looking.” “You don’t look at Asher Kingston,” she snapped, voice shaking. “You sure as shit don’t let him see you looking. You got a death wish or something?” “He’s just a guy.” “Yeah, and I’m the queen of England. He ruins people for fun, Harper. Got a teacher fired last month over a fucking A-minus. If he decides your face pisses him off, you’re gone. Scholarship and all.”

She paused, tilting her head. "And you?" "I love the quiet moments right before the city wakes up," Chloe murmured, staring into her mug. "And thrift store books. The ones with notes scribbled in the margins by strangers. I hate small talk, and I absolutely despise the sound of car alarms." They shared small, sudden bursts of laughter as they compared notes on their lives—Thalia’s intense dislike of overly sweet human food versus Chloe’s absolute dependence on sugary iced coffee; Chloe’s fascination with the vastness of the ocean versus Thalia’s deeply rooted preference for the solid, unchanging earth of dense forests.

Raff starts. “I know. I should have told you last night or maybe this morning, but Rafferty Maellan Verdante Addams, you have no right to go through my things and read my spell book!” Willow shouts. Raff looks shocked at the accusation and a bit scared. “Woah there princess! No one went through your things or read your spell book. Just hear Raff out, then you can explain what your spell book has to do with you being more fae than we thought,” Aiden says, stepping to block Raff from her wrath if she unleashes it.

Catching the Moon Book 2 of Chasing the Moon Playlist:::: Diet Pepsi — Addison Rae Apt — ROSE feat. Bruno Mars Shut Out of Paradise - SLO False God - Taylor swift Lofticries - Purity Ring Bad Dreams — Teddy Swims Good Luck, Babe! — Chappell Roan Spitting off the Edge of the World— Yeah Yeah Yeahs feat. Perfume Genius Ticky Ticky Bum Bum - Sunchaser Teeth — Mallrat

"Doctor Miracle, I've got it all down. I just wanted to ask... that mineral technique you used? Can I learn it?" The other doctors started crowding around, ears perked. Chloe just tilted her chin up, her voice casual. "Sure. Get your notebooks out. I'm not repeating myself, so pay attention. I'll highlight the key points twice; the rest is on you." She fell into the role so naturally it was like she'd spent years behind a lectern. Standing on the edge of the crowd, Lorenzo's deep eyes flickered with a rare spark of interest. Dean Fabian was sweating bullets, shuffling toward the man to offer some kind of explanation.

“Maybe you should see a grief counselor or join a group or something.” “I have a serious problem,” Eliza blurted out. “I woke up this morning in a field on the edge of my farm. I was stark naked. I still haven’t found my clothes and I have no idea how I got there.” “Say what?” Reba exclaimed. “I don’t remember much about the club either,” she continued. “You said that I was dancing with someone. I don’t remember.” Reba sucked in air. “You hooked up with him within the first ten minutes of getting there,” Reba announced. “You danced with no one else. How can you not remember him?”

She frowned as she remembered the night he had come to attack her. "This is unbelievable." "You shouldn't have seen that, Luana." Chloe stood up and walked to the bookshelf where she removed a short book, running her hands over it. "But you did. I should have killed you to shut your mouth." Luana scoffed. "Surely, you weren't thinking of that. That's suicide." She tilted her head confidently. "Oh. Wow." Chloe swirled the book in her hand and walked slowly towards Luana. "I guess you have something strong inside..." Before she finished her sentence, she threw the book at Luana but it stood mid-air, close to her neck.