Unexpected Chloe And Max Novels & Stories

Her cheeks coiled into a smile and I draped my hands on her waist, "may we dance together?" She nodded in reply. ..... Chloe's POV Feeling bored, I have been staring at the clock observing as the hand keeps moving. I have been laying on the bed expecting Xavier walking through the doors stepping into the room. It just hit 10:56. Isn't that really late in the hour of the night? Where is he? I pondered. I shut my eyes and I tried to sleep but I couldn't wondering when Xavier's gonna get home. Xavier's POV

She sobs a little. I approach her and rub her back. "Davis confirmed." Davis was Max's best friend, they were always together. And Davis was dating Loren now. Max is dead. It seems incredible to me, until Friday I still watched him playing on campus with his friends, he smiled and celebrated his victories in a big way. Max was... the soul of that university and everyone loved him, but now... he is no more. It's amazing how one moment you are and the next day you're not. The future is uncertain.

My mission had been met with unexpected hindrances that necessitated I extend my stay in Jollyville. The first phase was over now, thankfully. "I'm here now." The slowly drawled words were accompanied by soft footfalls. Miles came into view with a cheeky smile and a box in pink wrappings in his right arm. Chloe glared at Miles before flushing- deeply. Her cheeks were the deepest red I'd ever seen them. Miles flinched when he saw Chloe before resuming his pace,albeit without the initial smile. What was that about?

“Even if it’s hard.” Karl gave her a faint smile in return, gratitude in his eyes. “Thanks. It… helps hearing that.” After a moment of silence, they both turned their attention back to the boys, who were now sitting cross-legged in the grass, sharing a packet of cookies. Their laughter carried softly across the park, mixing with the distant hum of traffic and the gentle rustling of leaves. But Max’s thoughts were far from peaceful. She sat there, replaying the conversation over and over in her mind, and each time, her resolve wavered a little more.

Chad nods, “Yes, most annoying cat in the world. It feels weird meeting a person named Ellie now.” We pull up to the hotel, and everyone begins to exit. Max stops me when we are the last two in the limo, “I’m not sure how good of an actress you are, but you better put on a good show tonight. I will go over the rules with you tomorrow. For tonight, you will act happy and dote on me constantly, do you understand?” he asks in a harsh voice. “I thought you wanted to get married,” I say, confused.

It was then the door sprang open and three figures rushed in, they all looked stunned to see me. Claire stood afar, taking in my appearance as if she was looking at a ghost, tears filled her eyes and I wondered why she was crying. I hadn’t done anything bad had I? I knew better than anyone the importance of keeping my word and not doing anything stupid, so why was Claire crying? “Come on my dearest, come to me” I wanted to say but I couldn't hear my own voice.

"Maya, that's enough!" She looks at the both of them and lets out a chuckle. "Typical Chloe, playing the victim and having two best friends fight over her." She faces Arthur. "It's not worth it. You both can ask Chad." Then she faces me. "Speaking of Chad, he would be shocked at what a slut you have turned into…" Before she can finish, my palm lands on her face. "Chloe!" Marcus yells, and I grit my teeth. Maya lunges at me, but Marcus holds her back.

And not just any bond but the first true fated union in decades. Whispers had circled the pack for a long time, no blessings, no divine pairings. Just arranged bonds and political matches. Until Kael. Maxine pressed her lips to Kael’s temple, tears falling faster now. Her shoulders shook, but she made no sound beyond those four broken words, repeated like a heartbeat. Ben shifted uncomfortably. “She’s not listening,” he muttered to Rhea. “Just let her be.” Fred opened his mouth, probably to say something stupid about weakness or loyalty, but Rhea’s glare pinned him silent.

Then, chaos erupted. It was World War III. Frank roared (a guttural sound) and charged forward, grabbing a broom. Mom grabbed a spatula. Grandma clutched her chest and slumped into Grandpa’s arms, wailing dramatically (without sound), pretending to faint from the shock. [THE ENEMY IS HERE!] Frank signed furiously, his hands moving so fast they were a blur. [YOU! YOU MADE MY DAUGHTER CRY! GET OUT BEFORE I TURN YOU INTO A PINCUSHION!]

Noticing that Ruan had also stood up and looked ready to touch her again, Chloe spoke as fast as her heart was beating: “That man’s name is Alexander Muller, and he is Megan’s husband.” She turned to look him in the face. Chloe needed to see Ruan incredulous and disillusioned. She wanted to witness the exact moment he would scream at her and kick her out of his life, as he always did. Chloe felt certain Ruan wouldn't believe her. But that didn't happen. No disbelief or denial marked his face—only a profound disappointment Chloe had never seen before.