Even After Her Death Novel Chloe Novels & Stories

After a bit more walking, I finally caught the hint of her scent. There she was. Chloe sat on the floor at the end of the shelves, hunched over as she read a book. Every few seconds, her head would fall back against the shelves and she would mutter to herself. My eyes fixed on the dark circles around her eyes. Maybe my view was distorted but it even seemed like she had lost a little weight. Suddenly, her body tilted forward and she collapsed on a chair. I moved instinctively, appearing by her side in milliseconds. “Is she breathing?” Tony muttered, his finger moving under her nostrils. “I cannot hear anything.”

** Bonus Chapters!! Happy Holidays!! Thank you for your support! (^v^) ** Chloe was at the top of the empire state building. The wind was cold and biting, as she looked in the people finder. She moved it around until she saw what looked like three dead faceless bodies. She blinked, and the viewfinder turned off, turning a dark red color. She looked around and saw Mrs. Davis, but she looked like the before pictures and was pointing down at something.

Chapter Three Chloe’s POV I didn’t speak much when we got back to the dorm that night. Rita didn’t ask any questions. She just walked in, pulled out a pack of ice from our mini freezer, and pressed it into my hand. “Put this on your face,” she said softly. I stared at her for a second, then nodded. My cheek still burned where Anne slapped me earlier, and honestly, I was still trying to process everything. What's up with her sudden change in behavior? Was it because I stood up for he today.

He is the spy, he coughed out blood and she stared at him in pity, he shouldn't die like this, she stooped low and held his hand to heal him, when she was done, in a seconds she was gone. *** Chloe went back home with no single excitement feeling dejected and unhappy. She went to the kitchen to drink a glass of milk when her mum came down to meet her. “Oh you are back, I prepared dinner already!“ She said to her and she nod her hand “Sorry, I was too hungry so I ate without you!“ Her mum said and her phone dinged she took it out to see a message and she smiled at the message staring at her phone screen “Goodnight sweetie” she said and left for her room.

" But I freaking look this way because that bastard left me to rit and die in prison!!" Sophia recoiled a little but. She was thrown aback by the words that Chloe had just said but she had no intention to show to her that she was moved by them. It was not without doubt that Chloe really looked like someone who had just left the prison walls. But how could she have ended up there? That was the strange thing. " And you still want to know if I planned this with Anna and Belle?" She stroked her hair and stamped her feet on the floor. " Damn it! There is no damn way I would have planned this with them . Why? Because Anna and Belle are both dead!"

I place a white rose in her grave before they begin to bury the last member in the soil of our lands. As we stare at her resting place, Jackson told me about Chloe's final words to me, and it made me more emotional than I already was. I had really wished that she was still alive with us, then she would have lived happy and free. Though I was sure that she already was happy and free as it is now that she could be a Luna in the afterlife.

She threw her arms out like broken wings— —and stepped off the roof. My mind blanked out. It took forever before I could think again. Right before she jumped, Chloe had mouthed something at me— "Mia, I'm starting over." She really thought dying would reset everything. Reality didn't care. Chloe survived. Paralyzed from the neck down.

In her broken state, she deliberately ran Blake down with her vehicle, leaving him in a vegetative state. Chloe was subsequently committed to a mental health facility, where she would likely spend the remainder of her days. When I heard about their tragic end, I felt no satisfaction, no vindication, no sorrow—just a distant acknowledgment of lives poorly lived and choices badly made. These people who had once dominated my existence were now merely footnotes in my story. They had left their marks, certainly, but they hadn't defined me. "Does it bother you?" Kieran asked when he saw me reading the news report.

LINDA'S POV ☯⁠☯☯⁠☯ Chloe left the house feeling hale and hearty, only for her dead body to be brought back home by some unknown men. “Ethan was the last name she uttered before passing on.” One of the men said. “Ethan Caldwell was whom she meant. How heartbreaking that she had to terminate her pregnancy, thinking he is dead, whereas, he is still very much alive.” Another interjected.