Chloe Schnapp Age Novels & Stories

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?

She stopped and did a once over on me before sneering back, “Didn’t think you were going to bring some girl though.” “Some girl?” I sniffed rising back to stand tall. “Who is this?” I turned down to him. Her name’s Chloe, she’s the daughter of someone important. Don’t fall for her being nice. She’s a fucking bitch. “Not going to worry about her hearing you?” I laughed out loud. “Hearing him?” She cocked her head to the side. “Wait you can hear the werewolf network?” She’s not old enough to turn into a wolf and so she doesn’t have access to it.

They talked for a while, then turned and started walking in my direction. I wanted to hide. Too late. Chloe spotted me first. She froze for a second, then her face lit up. She hurried toward me. "You must be Selene!" Her smile was wide and warm. "I've been wanting to meet you! Jace talks about you constantly — my ears are practically ringing!" I stared. "What?" She glanced back at Jace, then back at me, grinning even wider. "I'm Chloe. Jace's wedding planner." My voice came out unsteady.

There were a couple more photos of these other students, the achievement, embarrassing moments, before and after transformation pictures, before Chloe's appeared on the screen, she was sixteen at that time, with a side ponytail. Chloe cleared her throat and glanced away pretending to like the flower vase she couldn't see clearly when Simon glanced at her but didn't say anything. The photos rolled on, junior prom and senior picnic and pranks. “I look so old in highschool.” The room filled with laughter and groans and the occasional gasp of recognition until the slideshow ended and the lights came up. The slideshow was the only fun part of every reunion, and although Chloe always found a way t

The one nobody likes. She is the pride and joy my mother refers to. Chloe is publicly mean. She loves spreading lies about me more than anything else. There’s a sick happiness she derives from telling people awful things about me. Like when she told our neighbors, I lost my virginity to a homeless man. Is that disgusting and untrue? Yes. Absolutely. Does she care? No. That’s just who Chloe is. Chloe’s twenty-eight, also not married, not dating either. Neither of them has work experience.

Chloe did her very best to lighten the atmosphere. “Why are we doing the most unnecessary things now?” Tasha grumbled. “I'm Chloe Mayfield and I'm twenty years old . I enjoy making new friends, nice to meet you both,” she beamed as she introduced herself. “I'm Joanne and I'm twenty-three years old,” I went along with it. I chose not to mention my surname so I wouldn't be recognized. I didn't want people knowing my true identity. “And I'm Amara and I'm also twenty-three. I forgot to mention that I and Joanne are best friends,” she added as if marking her territory.

The atmosphere is relaxed, the buzz of conversation around them creating a sense of normalcy that feels almost surreal. Demika turns to Chloe, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Chloe, I've been meaning to ask... how old are you? You seem so much older than the rest of us, but you don't look it." Chloe smiles, a touch of amusement in her eyes. "I'm twenty," she blurts out, with a little sense of sarcasm. Valentine scoffs at the sound of twenty.

"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.

I'll make it up to you tomorrow. I hit send and felt a piece of my soul wither. I was apologizing for having boundaries. Is this what Chloe’s life was really like? Being a prize that had to stay polished and agreeable at all times? I walked into my old house. I saw my mom and dad. They both looked surprised, the last time they saw Chloe in this house was in 9th grade. I went upstairs and found Chloe sitting on the bed, her head in her hands. "Did you do it?" she asked without looking up.

“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.