Smallville Chloe Sullivan Novels & Stories

Chloe woke up on a stretcher in front of Veronica and Gerri's old house. She blinked a few times then wrinkled her nose at the lingering burn of the smelling salts. As much as she disliked them she was getting used to them. She looked up to see an EMT looking back at her, and he flashed a light across her eyes. "Are you okay?" He asked her. "Yes, yes I'm fine Josh. My name is Chloe Harris I'm thirty, and I want to go home."

Placing the food on the island counter she sat on the stool beside his baby chair. Saying a small prayer she ate her food and fed Chase the same time while making baby faces and sounds. After food she was washing the dishes and Chase was playing on the floor with his wooden toys when the door of their cottage was knocked. Chloe opened the door to find Sarah on the other side. Sarah was a beautiful eighteen year old girl who works as a babysitter of Chase for Chloe. Though the salary that Chloe gave her was average but it was enough for the girl to pay her tuition fee and Sarah loves Chase. So it's a plus plus. That's why Chloe trusts her baby with Sarah.

He waves, gesturing Kevin to leave. “Surprised?,” Aiden arches a brow, she sits opposite to him, the large luxury table between them. Chloe remains silent, his eyes fixed on her. “Chloe Millan,” she leans back on the chair, the left corner of her lips twitch upwards to a smirk “The one who killed his own parents,” she licks her lips raising her brows amusingly. Chloe freezes, his eyes narrowed and lips twisted, the tip of his tongue touches the bottom palette of his mouth. His eyebrows meet when she moves forward.

Sarah is so soft-spoken that her swearing is definitely a new one. “Are you okay?” I ask her. Sarah nods, though she turns her head away from me. “I’m fine. I shouldn’t have fallen asleep.” “Who is Chloe?” I ask because clearly, I have no tact at all. “Chloe was my little sister.” She says, crawling off the bed and fixing her clothes. “They killed her when I was eighteen. It was four years ago.” “You came from a ruined pack, too?” I ask. “Yes. Alpha Jonathon killed her while Alpha James stood there looking horror-struck.”

"All of that, I will make it true, if you complete this certificate." Before she can even refute back, the apartment door opened and in came a woman in a short dress, boasting her long legs and slim body. "Jonas, aren't you done yet?" Kaliya recognized her. She was Chloe Anderson, a popular actress who is recognized by her acting talent. "Oh," Chloe exclaimed as she took notice of the tied Kaliya. "So she is finally awake?" Her gaze on Kaliya felt like a predator eyeing its prey. Kaliya felt like she was being inspected from head to toe. It was uncomfortable.

Footsteps approached, the sharp click of heels echoing down the hallway. The door swung open. Standing in the doorway of Vale's office was a lady in a long sparkling red gown with a thigh-high slit, her blonde hair tumbling past her shoulders, looking straight at Smith. "Hi, Smith," she said. "Chloe!" Smith said, surprised, not expecting to see her after such a long time. "Oh my goodness, what are you doing here? You never told me you were coming back from London," he said.

I poured all my love for Eliza into every stitch. From time to time, I would hear updates about Jeremy through friends. He was fired from his job. He started drinking heavily, drifting through life in a daze. One day, after getting drunk, he fell down the stairs and broke his leg, but no one bothered to help him. After the judgment became final, Chloe sold the apartment, returned the money to me, and then left the city with Lily, disappearing without a trace. Before she left, she transferred the 3,000 dollars for the sweater compensation into my account.

To send a message. I can reach anyone you love. 3:52 PM. The security team brought Chloe to the suite. She looked small and terrified, clutching her overnight bag like a shield. I pulled her into a hug, and she started crying immediately. “I don’t understand what’s happening.” “I know. I’m so sorry. You’re safe now.” Sarah appeared from the bedroom, eyes sympathetic but drawn. “Hi. I’m Sarah Chen. I’m—I’m in a similar situation.” Chloe looked at her, then at me. “How many people is he targeting?”

But she looked radiant. "Oh my god," Sarah whispered. Chloe's mom started crying. Quiet tears streaming down her face. Leighton couldn't speak. Could only stare. Her best friend. Her sister in everything but blood. Looking like a dream. Chloe turned. Faced the mirror. Saw herself. Her hand flew to her mouth. "This is it," she said. Voice breaking. "This is the one." The consultant brought a veil. Pinned it carefully. It cascaded down Chloe's back. Simple. Perfect. Exactly right.

—the very woman who had tried to kill her. Chloe finished her cold coffee, the bitterness coating her tongue. "What am I to you, Silas?" she whispered to the empty room. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a crisp, elegant business card. Julian Thorne's personal number was embossed on the front. He had told her she could call him anytime. Chloe slipped out of the Sterling Estate unnoticed.