Even After Her Death Novel Chloe の小説・ストーリー

She asked, feigning ignorance. “Don’t you ever think of coming back into my life, bitch!” I yelled out and then hung up before she could reply to me. I stared at my phone for a while, wondering if Amelia would still be in New York City. I was jolted back to the present when I heard Chloe’s nanny screaming out her name. I charged out of my room to Chloe’s room and I was so shocked to see her unconscious in her nanny’s room. “What’s wrong?!” I yelled out, taking Chloe away from her.

Although she always told herself that and ended up either forgetting or postponing it. Other than the AC problem, Chloe's place was nice. It was a fabulous flat—a one-bedroom apartment with a great kitchen and real hardwood floors. Reluctant to leave—both the apartment and the bed—Chloe moaned and stretched. The erotic novel she had been reading before she slept off the previous night was still on the bed next to her, open to page one-twenty-three. She trailed her finger over the page, then closed her eyes, remembering the way the delicious, decadent words had played over her body, with a little help from her fingers, of course....while thinking about Timothy. She stretched like a cat, tempt

It was better for her to be dead than for her to stay in jail for the rest of her life, and the bastard she was carrying now, was not helping any matter so she decided to end this life once and for all since she had already lost everything. She stared at the gun and smiled with tears in her eyes, before placing it on her head. The door opened and the policeman came in with anger, he was about to stop her when Chloe shot herself right on the head, ending her own life and chapter. The sound was so loud that almost everyone heard it.

"What happened to me?" "You fainted after we defeated Mai Lou." Chloe blinked and furrowed her eyebrows. "Who's Mai Lou?" Jucel froze and turned to Chloe. "You really didn't remember last night?" "I remember entering one of the stores here in Mineria Town last night. A man died in front of me." Chloe pressed the heel of her palm against her forehead. "Then I couldn't remember the rest." The silver-haired woman nodded her head slowly. Then, who was it who defeated Mai with her? Is it possible that Chloe had a split personality that only appear when she's in a battle?

"Well, I didn't say that. It's just unbelievable. So now the Chloe I met and told you about is no longer in this life?" "Yes, of course. She is gone to the afterlife, to continue with her punishment. What did you expect, even though I have multiple doubts of being with you because you love another lady, which was Chloe, I couldn't stop in eliminating her so you would have no one to turn to." "I'm scared!"

“And now my mother is forced to tolerate her. But oh—look at sweet little Lyra, with her sad eyes and her tragic story. Poor Lyra, the girl who survived. Poor Lyra, the hybrid mystery. Poor Lyra, the new fascination.” Chloe was trembling now, fists clenched, nails digging into her palms. “She walks into the house and the halls like the universe owes her something. Like she’s better than us because she survived something dark. I wish she had just died from whatever was chasing her.” “Chloe—” her friends tried to stop her, but the words kept pouring out. Her voice cracked, and for the briefest second, a flicker of vulnerability crossed her face. Then it hardened again like stone.

Chloe’s eyes widened, and she glanced up at Ana, but her eyes grew even wider, as if she were seeing Ana right before her. “N-no…! Don’t play with me!” Chloe shouted, rising to her feet, intending to attacking Ana. However, Ana evaded her. “You!” Chloe continued to charge at her, but Ana chuckled, knowing that Chloe couldn’t lay a finger on her. “Ana is gone!” With a sly grin, Ana approached Chloe from behind and whispered, “Chloe, she isn’t dead. She has returned.” Chloe’s eyes widened once more than she turned towards Ana, ready to launch another attack. However, Ana evaded her again.

"I'm tired." "Rest," Alexander said. "We'll be here." --- She died at 3 AM. The nurses came, and the machines stopped beeping, and the room was quiet. Chloe lay on the bed, her head on her mother's chest, her small body shaking with sobs. Elena knelt beside her. "Chloe, sweetheart." "She's gone." "I know." Chloe looked up. Her face was wet, her eyes red. "What do I do now?" Elena pulled her into her arms. "Now you come home with us."

Chloe wiped her eyes, her red-rimmed gaze icy cold. "No... after the news of your death... Beck carried you to the cemetery, next to your father's grave... Many people came to the funeral, so everyone around here knows you're dead..." Donna's sobs grew uncontrollable. Chloe's legs buckled beneath her, and she had to hold onto the armrest of a chair to steady herself. Flora said she'd disappear completely, and she really had! She was already dead! Truly dead! She would never come back here, never be Chloe again.

I hadn't looked for her, either, some part of me too afraid of what she might confirm. Today, I decided, that changed. I found her in the eastern garden, seated on a stone bench beneath the bare winter trees, a book open on her lap that she wasn't reading. "Lady Chloe." She looked up, and something in her face shifted, wary, like she'd been expecting this visit longer than I had. "I wondered when you'd come find me." "You said something to me once. About the ritual. About what happens to me once Theron's curse marks are gone."