Smallville Chloe Sullivan Novels & Stories

I squeeze a little tighter, thumb sliding over the tip, hips lifting- Boom *The door instantly swings open without a knock. My hand freezes mid-stroke. Chloe's standing there in tiny sleep shorts and an oversized USC hoodie that slips off one shoulder. Hair soaked,water dripping off like she's just come from bath or something. Phone in one hand, half-eaten apple in the other. “Oh… my... god…” She says Her blue eyes drop straight to my lap, to my hand, then to the very obvious, very hard situation I’m in - literally

Her eyes traced a slow, predatory path from my head down to my toes, a cold, mocking smirk playing on her lips. "You certainly seem to be getting the VIP treatment this morning, don't you?" Chloe’s voice was a low, melodic hiss. I halted exactly three feet away from her. I didn't give her the satisfaction of an immediate defense. I remembered what Maya and Stella had told me—don't feed the trolls. Especially not the ones in designer heels. Chloe tilted her head, her gaze fixed on the steam rising from my cup. "It’s rare to see Jovan Bradford lingering in a breakroom just to watch someone brew a pot of coffee," she continued, her laugh short and sharp.

Tears still streaked Chloe's face, but her lips twisted into something ugly. "Apologize? Why would I apologize? That doctor deserved to die!" She twisted the scalpel deeper into Mollie's chest. Blood splashed across her warped smile. [Holy crap! What the hell is happening??] [Chloe's the BOSS? Isn't she a player?] [Check the leaderboard! There are only three people left!] Chloe yanked the scalpel free and burst into crazed laughter.

"Chloe — I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin your show. I — I just read your message, and I lost control of my emotions." As she spoke she folded herself deeper into Preston's chest. Watching her — the whole, practiced little performance of it — made me physically nauseous. "Vivian. Stop with the act in front of me. If you lose control of your emotions, go check yourself into a psychiatric ward. Why are you showing up at my home?" I wasn't kind about it. Preston went off instantly. "Chloe! Do you have to be this cruel? Vivian already hates herself enough!"

Just as I was about to set the tray down, the door opened again. Chloe walked in. I froze. The tray in my hands began to shake violently. The memories from last night flooded back: Chloe pinned to the ground, the black fungus, those empty eyes... "Miss, I've come to do your hair," Chloe said, her voice as flat as ever. She started toward the vanity, pulling a silver-backed brush from a drawer. But as she passed me, she stopped and turned to look at me. Her eyes held an unsettling glint, like a predator sizing up its prey.

Louisa loves you too. "I know, i gat to go now, wanna catch up with my friends, bye chloe." " Bye Danna". Chloe's limbs weakened as she ended the call, hi would she ruin her mood by telling her her sister has been charged for murder? She just couldn't.slowly she lowered to the ground weakly. She suddenly felt a sharp sting piercing through her ear tissue. " Louisa!!" Chloe shrieked and immediately plodded back to the court room.

Noah offered. With a wave, Chloe said, "No, no, no. I couldn’t possibly trouble you any more than I already have." Noah smiled gently, his brown eyes reflecting her figure. "It's fine." She was supposed to be the pampered princess of the Sullivan family, yet she was tormented beyond recognition by a toxic relationship. Over the course of twenty years, she had endured unimaginable hardships. He wanted to help her in any way, other than reconciling with Joseph, of course.

I smiled, pulling her close. The moment I couldn't find Chloe, something in me broke. And there was a warm glow in the center of my chest. I heard a voice telling me she was dealing with unfinished business. I knew she had pursued Wendell. And from the look in her eyes, I knew he was dead. "You did well. We couldn't have won without you." Chloe looked at me, a small smile playing on her lips. "We make a good team," she said. I chuckled softly. "Yes, we do."

and then I saw her. Chloe stood at the center of it all, her back to me, barking orders to her remaining loyalists as they tried to hold the line against Captain Wells’ soldiers. Her hair was matted with sweat, her clothes streaked with ash and blood, but she was still standing tall, defiant, as if the chaos around her couldn’t touch her. “Chloe!” I shouted, my voice hoarse. She turned, her eyes widening slightly when she saw me, but then her expression hardened. "Maya," she said, her voice cold and sharp. "You shouldn’t be here."

Chloe's eyes widened, tears streaming as joy flooded her gaze. Her hands, trembling, tightened their hold on Lionel's arm. "Yes, I know you're Chloe. You're Chloe Miller," he murmured tenderly, lowering his head to place a soft, trembling kiss on her forehead. A small, broken smile formed on Chloe's lips. "I'm Chloe Miller... I can finally be myself..." she whispered, as tears slipped from her eyes. Her small body went limp in Lionel's arms. "Chloe..." Lionel cried, lifting her from the ground, stumbling slightly before breaking into a desperate run.