The Nine Lives Of Chloe King Book Summary Novels & Stories

I put a second bullet in his chest to be sure. I looked at Chloe. She lay on the floor. She was trapped under the dead man’s weight. She was covered in blood. It was not hers. She stared at the ceiling. She did not move. She did not breathe. "Get up," I said. She blinked. She looked at me. Then she looked at the headless corpse on top of her. She screamed. It was a high, thin sound. She scrambled backward. She kicked the body away. She crawled across the bloody tiles until her back hit the oven.

“I mean… I can see if he wins, but, if it’s to the death, what if she wins?” “Then I guess neither of us gets the guy,” Chloe said with a shrug. “I really didn’t go that far with my questioning. I just asked the king to send me home.” “There’s a king?” Jim said with amusement and surprise. “I couldn’t imagine living under his rule.” Chloe said emphatically. “I didn’t see much of him, but the impression I got was that he was a mixture of Caligula and Henry the Eighth.” “At least he let you come back,” Jim mused. “That’s quite a trip to return someone they could have just as easily killed with no one the wiser.”

The device started working. Until this completes, Chloe started looking for other things around. She looked over the table, there wasn't anything related to work placed on the table. She opened the desk drawer, there was some paper in it. Instead of going through those papers right there, she took pictures of them and placed them back. She turned toward the shelf, to look for something usable there. She overlooked the books, nothing seems weird. Her eyes stooped on one of the books on the shelf, unlike the other books, there wasn't anything written on its backside.

Chloe's legs trembled as she returned home, grateful that her mother and brother had already left, sparing them from witnessing her disheveled state. She filled the bathtub with steaming hot water and sank into it, allowing herself a moment of weakness in the small, confined space. As she stared at the bruises on her body, memories of last night's chaotic events flooded back, and scalding tears fell, mingling with the warm water. She couldn't understand why her life had taken such a disastrous turn. It must have started when she caused her father's death. She killed him, and now even the heavens were punishing her. Betrayed by both her boyfriend and her sister, as if that weren't enough, she

Sarah’s room felt oddly calm, like a temple. Chloe opened the book and flipped to the page she wanted. When she began to read, I almost screamed at her to stop. “The little mermaid kissed his hand, and felt as if her heart were already broken. His wedding morning would bring death to her, and she would change into the foam of the sea.” I had no idea why she’d chosen such a horrific passage when the mermaid almost turns into sea foam, but Chloe’s air was determined and her voice sure. I closed my eyes and just let my daughter’s voice wash over me.

I hold his stare all the way until I’m in his path. Then I do it. My shoulder bumps into his arm, hard enough to make him shift to the side. I don’t stop. I don’t look back. I’m too terrified to see his reaction. The second I’m a safe distance away, I practically sprint to the girls' restroom, heart pounding like I just committed a crime. I hear banging on the door a few seconds later, sharp and rushed, before Pri’s voice follows. “Chloe, it’s us.”

The next chapter of their journey beckoned, and as they prepared to face the shadows that lurked on the edges of their existence, Chloe felt a sense of determination and acceptance, ready to embrace the legacy that awaited her and shape the destiny that lay ahead. Days turned into nights as Chloe delved into the secret archives hidden within her family's home. The books, ancient and weathered, contained the wisdom of generations, revealing the intricacies of the supernatural world she had unwittingly entered. Chloe's nights became a journey through the hidden corridors of knowledge, each page unraveling the mysteries that surrounded her existence.

"Chloe, darling. Are you ready for school?" I heard Mary's voice followed by a knock on my door. "I'll be out in a minute, Mary." I shouted back to our maid as I quickly outlined my lips with a lip gloss. It was the first day of our senior year and I wanted to look perfect as always. Thanks to my parents, I was blessed with good genes so I didn't have to try too much to look good. I took one final look at myself in the mirror and found a young girl with straight blonde hair and sparkling green eyes, staring right back at me. After straightening out my crop top, I grabbed my back pack and walked out of my room. I was greeted by an empty living room as usual. My mom died when I was three

Even though she was right, it was not very wise trading blames with a bipolar King. “And we obeyed your commands and went there knowing fully well that we were outnumbered,” Chloe continued. “We respected you as our King and risked our lives to get your daughter back, and at this, we failed.” She paused for a moment and allowed it to sink it. The throne room was silent for a minute. Calisté was staring into space, clearly unconcerned about their plight while Desjardins was staring at Chloe, wondering what part of her plan involved suicide.

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.