Novel & Cerita Smallville Chloe Sullivan

“And you must be the surgeon. The rebound with a savior complex. How… wholesome.” Sameer smiled politely. “Chloe. Thanks for the invitation.” “Oh, please. I had to invite you,” Chloe said. “It would’ve looked suspicious if I didn’t. People might think I was scared.” She leaned closer to Elena, lowering her voice just enough to sound intimate. “Tell me does she still go around sleeping with men twice her age? Or did you fix that too?” Sameer’s jaw tightened. “That’s enough.” Chloe straightened, innocence snapping back into place. “Relax. I’m just making conversation.”

Chloe stated, her voice adopting a clinical, commanding tone to mask her rising panic. She did not wait for his permission. She grabbed the hem of the dark silk shirt she had borrowed from his closet, the shirt that still carried his intoxicating scent, and violently ripped a massive strip of fabric from the bottom. "Chloe, we do not have time," Julian protested weakly, his breathing turning shallow. "Shut up and let me fix this," Chloe snapped, stepping directly into his personal space. She reached for the buttons of his ruined white shirt, her trembling fingers quickly undoing the blood soaked fabric. She pulled the shirt open, exposing his broad, heavily tattooed chest. The thick white me

He then bent closer to her and added, “Then you give me a good fu*king, because even if she ever succeeds in drugging me into her bed, I’d rather burn to death than lay a hand on her. Selene Davies, only you turn me on, and I would never do anything to hurt you, okay?” *** [Woohooo!!!] Chloe’s tears continued to flow as she flipped photo after photo. Her mood had been off since she got home the previous day, and the nanny could only describe her as being inconsolable.

Something was going on and Dellinq was restless. "What is it?" Chloe asked from besides me. I looked to her and realised I had halted. "I don't know." I muttered. "Shit, she forgot to get dressed. I looked to where Chloe was looking and saw Grant's sister in the shortest red dress I had ever seen. "You can practically she what she ate for breakfast."

Chloe stopped and turned to look at him, her eyes filled with unshed tears. She tugged at her beautiful dress that was stained with red wine. Droplets still dripped onto the floor. "I didn't invite you to my birthday party to humiliate me, Daniel." It was obvious that Susan was behind it. Chloe was the youngest daughter of Ryan Summer, the Chairman of the Summer Corporation. She had three older brothers. She was showered with endless affection from the moment she was born. Chloe started acting at sixteen and, by twenty, she had already won major awards in the entertainment industry, thus becoming the most sought-after actress.

Chloe is outside with our parents, chatting with Rory as Adam, Rory and Dean’s one-year-old son, plays in the yard. “It does,” he says and flicks his eyes to Dean. “Brace yourself for her disappointment. We’re leaning toward something small without announcing the date to anyone but family.” “Give Rory a fake date then,” Mason quips, sliding a beer over to me. “One months ahead of when you actually want to get married.” Sam lets out a snort of laughter. “That’s not a bad idea. This whole being famous by association is fucking weird,” he admits. Chloe is a bestselling author with a very successful TV show based off of her series and has a huge fanbase. “Anyway, how’s work?”

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.

"I got to know about the video one time that we met to talk about a few things. I wanted to act immediately, you know, wanted to tell Nova first but she told me to wait. If we’d used it too soon, Savannah would’ve found a way to wiggle out of it. She wanted to make sure it hit her when she least expected it—and what more can I say? Her timing was right. There is no coming back from this." Bentley leaned back in his chair, a slow smile creeping across his face. He nodded approvingly. “Smart,” he said, his voice laced with genuine admiration. “I didn’t know SGH had daring girls like her. Chelsea, was it?” Chloe smiled modestly but her voice carried confidence. “Yes. She is just an intern at SG

Then she tilts her head to one side, looking at me the way one looks at a chess piece, deciding whether to sacrifice or let it live. I inhale. And then, slowly—infuriatingly—she smiles. "Oh, Chloe," she says, her voice dripping with honey. "You have no idea just how much fun I'm going to have watching you squirm." Alex Chloe Mitchell has just signed her own death warrant. I don't think her. Not for one second. But to see her stand there, pleading with Sophia to save her, is almost satisfying. Sophia, however? She's enjoying herself.

“I didn’t.” The brunette stopped combing her hair and pondered about it. It’s impossible for Kieran to bring her to her bed. He went in before her. If neither Kieran nor Jucel brought her to her bed, then it must have her parents. Chloe stared at her reflection in the vanity mirror in front of her. General Dana Rein… Princess Elisa… The Knights of Shaula… Chloe’s gray with golden-streak eyes slowly widened. “Then it must have been real,” she blurted.