Even After Her Death Novel Chloe Novelas e Histórias

Almost… tender. When he pulled back, I blinked up at him, completely stunned. “What… what was that for?” Raffael sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, his expression softening just slightly. “Chloe’s dead.” The words hit me like a freight train. For a moment, I didn’t understand what he’d said. “What?” “Chloe,” he repeated, his voice quieter this time. “She was found a few days ago. Dead. She was the body I told you about.”

Chloe slowly wiped tears from her face, her smile was determined. The man he loved the most had never loved her, so there was no point in her living. At that time, only an angry voice kept shouting in Chloe's heart... 'I want to die!' 'There will be no pain after death.' Step by step, she ascended the stairs slowly to the twentieth floor. Looking up at Chloe climbing the stairs, the crowd grew noisier. "What does she want to do?” "She's putting on a show. Is it worth it to win a man's heart?"

While Chloe, went back around before deciding to go into the room. After dinner, Chloe chose to hurry back to her room. While Edward continued to work in his room. Waiting for bedtime, Chloe killed her boredom by reading various titles of novels. While taking a sip of the chamomile tea that Leta had prepared, she tried to enjoy the first night staying at Edward's house.

Not the woman caught in the middle of a decades-old conspiracy. Just Chloe. A woman browsing books on a peaceful afternoon. Meanwhile, Hilda had disappeared toward another section after spotting a collection of romance novels, claiming she needed "something to heal her damaged soul after living with paranoid billionaires." Chloe had laughed so hard she nearly dropped the book in her hand. Now she stood alone near a shelf filled with business and self-development titles, absentmindedly running her fingers across the spines. The familiar scent of paper and ink brought back memories she hadn't thought about in years.

Draco is very stubborn and whenever he is out, it takes a miracle for him to not to kill anyone. Suddenly, Chloe teared up ever so slowly, our movement seemed to have been stopped by space and time.

I would make sure I'll never make her cry and no harm will befall her. * Authoress' POV Kenny saw Chloe and they both talked. Kenny insisted that they should go to Marazona and know what exactly is going on. They agreed. Sophia to Donald and his mom and they agreed. Kenny, Sophia and Chloe left for Marazona. When they got there, they were welcomed and they were told that the queen already died. Chloe wept bitterly as she continued to blame herself for the death of her mother. Before she had died, she made a confession and in the confession, she stated that she was the one who asked for Kenny's child to be taken away and it should be said that her child was already dead.

“The position has now been filled.” Murmurs spread instantly as they watched him walk away without even waiting to hear their questions. “No way…” “Already?” “What happened?” Chloe kept her eyes ahead as she passed them. Her name wasn’t important now. She had gotten what she came here for and that was what was important to her. A woman stood and sighed loudly. Another man shook his head as he muttered something into his phone. And then. “Guess sleeping with the CEO is the new shortcut to getting hired.”

Chloe Montclair "But, you asked me to leave, right?." "That's because I had to say that to you not that, I meant it." "So, I shouldn't leave?." "Yes, stay here with me." "Well, I change my mind already. I'm leaving and that's the period." "Chloe, you wouldn't want me to kill you right? I'm going to kill you- No! I'm going to roast you alive, eat you and then, I can be sent to another year of imprisonment."

I read it aloud at our lunch, the words hanging in the air above the baskets of fish and chips. “The afterlife?” Lanc scoffed. “Makes it sound like we’re ghosts.” “We are, in a way,” Arthur mused. “The people who fought that fight are gone. We’re who they became. That’s a kind of afterlife.” “I don’t want to be interviewed,” Chloe said, with finality. “I’m tired of being a case study. I just want to be a nurse who lives by the sea.” There was a general murmur of agreement. We’d donated our artifact. We’d given our footage. We were done being exhibits.

Chloe’S POV The hot water ran over her shoulders like rain, but it didn’t wash the blood from her memory. Chloe stood under the spray, arms wrapped around herself, head bowed as water streamed down her face. She wasn’t crying. Not anymore. She didn’t think she had anything left to cry out. The tears had dried somewhere between telling her mother everything and sitting on the cold tile floor of the bathroom, staring at nothing. Now, she just stood there, shaking. Adrian was dead. Nicholas had come. But he hadn’t saved her. He hadn’t said a word—except one.