Even After Her Death Novel Chloe Novels & Stories

"Chloe, darling. Are you ready for school?" I heard Mary's voice followed by a knock on my door. "I'll be out in a minute, Mary." I shouted back to our maid as I quickly outlined my lips with a lip gloss. It was the first day of our senior year and I wanted to look perfect as always. Thanks to my parents, I was blessed with good genes so I didn't have to try too much to look good. I took one final look at myself in the mirror and found a young girl with straight blonde hair and sparkling green eyes, staring right back at me. After straightening out my crop top, I grabbed my back pack and walked out of my room. I was greeted by an empty living room as usual. My mom died when I was three

Jade begged. With this, a she tried to smile but it was difficult. Looking at her face, once could imagine how much she struggled with speaking. "H..appy married life, Saph. I know you'll be a better wife than I ever would. Sorry for ruining your wedding dress. Count it as a... blessing." With a soft breath, her hand dropped to the ground, as her eyes closed. The warmth of life stolen by the cold embrace of death was a sad one. Chloe died before the ambulance arrived.

Eventually, I moved on to a new home, a new job, and a new life. One day, I received a call from the police. The officer said, "Ms. Sawyer, good evening. We found a man who froze to death overnight at a cemetery. "He was heavily intoxicated. We traced his records and found that you were listed as his emergency contact." I exhaled slowly. "I used to be, but not anymore. Please proceed with your standard protocols." "Understood. Sorry to disturb you." After hanging up, I looked toward the sky and whispered a quiet prayer. I asked the universe to send kindness to those who truly needed it.

The more Nathan read, the redder his eyes became. At the very end of the letter, I had left a final note, as if mocking myself. "Eight years of love disappeared in the blink of an eye, swallowed by a lie. Nate, I never thought the day would come when I'd die at your hands…"

Philipp's wife also sued her, demanding she pay back every dollar Philipp had spent on her. As for what happened after that, I never found out. Time flew by. Soon, it was the anniversary of Chloe's death again. Like always, I went to the cemetery and talked to her for a while. Then a small bird flew over. Just like the one from years ago. I watched it land. Then I watched it fly away.

Then the truth arrived all at once, crashing over her with a force that stole the air from her lungs. She didn't remember crossing the room. She didn't remember kneeling beside her, or whispering Isabelle's name over and over as though repetition alone might undo what had already happened. There was no pulse. No warmth left beneath her fingers when she finally forced herself to check. Isabelle Cross was gone, and had been for some time. A small folded note lay near her outstretched hand, the handwriting hurried, unfamiliar. Chloe didn't dare touch it. She didn't dare touch anything.

Clearly, after Chloe realized I had escaped, she had gone on a rampage and killed every NPC in sight. Fear crawled up my spine. I couldn’t even imagine what Chloe would do next.

She was also the bitch who split up my inheritance with Leo after I died. "Okay, I'll get back to her." With the door shut, I was finally all alone in the bedroom. I stood up slowly and went to the mirror. The woman staring back at me had long hair, soft eyes, and a gentle face. She still looked like Chloe Covey, the fool who'd given up everything for love. But that Chloe was already dead. She'd died torn apart by zombies because the person she loved most had betrayed her. The Chloe standing here now was the one who'd crawled back from hell.

That's why I'm going to atone for it. He never returned to the basement after that. Chloe thought her suffering was about to end, only to endure another week of torment. She died cursing Elliot as she drew her last breath, her eyes wide with resentment. A chill swept down my spine when I saw Chloe's body. Elliot was the kind of man who would give whoever he loved a slice of heaven, but he was also the kind of man who would personally send them to hell once he didn't. I couldn't help but feel fortunate that I dodged a bullet named Elliot. Otherwise, I never would have recognized how twisted his love truly was.

For three minutes she looked around aimlessly, not sure what she was even looking for until she came across a book amongst the several books on the shelf that piqued her interest. "A nursery rhyme?" She chuckled softly, "Are they expecting a baby or what?" She scoffed as she slowly went through the book. Halfway through, she lost interest and was about to put it back when a torn piece of paper fell out of it. Chloe thought it was a part of the book and reached out to pick it up when she noticed it was a paper cut out of an old newspaper. "MRS. PATRICIA MARLOWE'S DEATH– AN ACCIDENT OR SUICIDE?" She read out the heading of the paper.