Smallville Chloe Sullivan Novels & Stories

Marley whispers, barely able to speak as the tears fall down her cheeks. I walk to Marley and wrap my arms around her neck. “Don't cry. You will make me cry and Amelia might hurt you,” I laugh and so does everyone else. All the girls come and join our hug, careful not to step on my train. We are brought out of our embrace by a knock on the door. Sukie walks to open while the other girls hide me in case it’s Malachi, but I’m surprised when I see Sloan’s face appear instead. “You came!” I say with surprise as I walk to her. She stares at me, but not with her normal annoyed Sloan look. “Wow, Chloe! You look amazing,” She mouths as she looks over my dress. “Thank you! I'm so glad you could make

“Expect preliminary in forty eight hours.” Chloe’s mouth curved into a thin smile. This was the start. She finished a script for a friendly TV producer in which she would appear composed, governed, wronged. She would be the injured wife — hurt, dignified, hurt again. But upstairs or underneath, she’d collect ammunition. ***

Chloe's Point of View I woke up feeling sore between my legs but I still tried to stand up with all my might because I didn't want to stay in bed. My eyes landed on the laptop so I quickly went to grab it. I just wanted to know if someone would come looking for me while I was away. Did anyone try to contact me?

Chloe smiled and replied, “Worried, yes! But cold feet, now! I had a terrible big sis, I’m worried I might become terrible to her– well in a different way from Jamie.” “I know how you feel but I must ask, are you very sure about this?” Victoria asked curiously. “Since I came back from death, there’s only two things I’ve been so sure about. The first is Falling in Love with Blake and the second is taking Isabella into my family.” Chloe replied, smiling subconsciously. Victoria was confused as she asked, “Came back from death?” Chloe quickly jolted from her thoughts, nervously scratching her head as she thought of a believable lie. “Starting a divorce case with the Marlowes is no less than su

I agree as Maxwell sets down their drinks on the counter. Kayleigh thanks him before her eyes settle on the kitchen window. “Oh my,” she murmurs. “Who the hell is that?” We all turn our attention to the window. It’s Kayden. He’s on his way back from a run, and his whole body is glistening with sweat, dripping off his large forearms. He tugs his T-shirt off his back, exposing his toned body. “Oh,” I say, turning back to her, but I can see the love hearts blooming in her eyes. She’s in a Kayden-induced trance. “That’s Kayden. Maxwell’s B–”

“You know.” “Oh, oh,” The woman says. She laughs, deep and genuine and shakes her head. “No, no. I wasn’t with Archer. I’m Neil’s girlfriend, Angela.” Neil’s girlfriend? How have I been her almost a month and still haven’t seen her around? “Oh, hi,” I shift Mia on my hip and stick my hand out. “I’m Chloe. The Nanny.” “Yes, I’ve heard a bunch about you,” she says. She puts her perfectly manicured one in my crusty dry hand. The juxtaposition is jarring. She peels her lips back to a toothy smile. Her teeth are perfect.

Chloe felt a little like how she imagined the Hulk before transforming into a large green monster. The phone on her desk rang and Peyton crossed the office to answer it. “It’s for you,” she said, holding the handset out to Chloe. Chloe took it and lifted it to her ear. “Hello?” “Chloe,” Declan’s voice came over the line and immediately she calmed. “How’re you doing?” Chloe’s body sagged into her chair and she laid her head on the desk, keeping the handset to her ear. “I’m about ready to rampage through downtown causing as much destruction as I can,” she replied.

And when the mask fell— Sofia’s blood ran cold. It wasn’t a stranger. It was Eric Sullivan. The same former bodyguard Chloe had hired during the custody battle. “Talk,” Aaron demanded. “Where’s Chloe?” Eric spat blood, smirking. “You think you’ve won, Kingston? She’s already gone. And when she resurfaces… you’ll wish you’d let her stay in the shadows.” Aaron’s fist connected hard with his jaw, knocking him out cold. Silence settled.

Chloe clutched her face with a pained gasp. "What’s going on here?" Julian’s furious voice cut through the tension as he strode toward us, his face dark with anger. Dolly, glaring at Chloe’s crumpled figure, let out a cold laugh. "Right on cue. Chloe, you tipped him off, didn’t you? Same old game. Aren’t you tired of pulling this stunt every time?" Chloe’s eyes welled with tears, her expression a perfect blend of vulnerability and despair, designed to draw sympathy.

Michelle was at her side instantly. “Hey,” she said softly. “How are you feeling?” Do you feel better? She asked. Chloe blinked, her lips dry as she tried to sit up. Michelle quickly helped her sit up, and gave her water to drink. “I—” Chloe’s voice cracked, and she took a moment before speaking again. “I keep seeing him.” Michelle frowned. “Who?”