Who Played Chloe In Pitch Perfect Novels & Stories

"Oh! Aria, the music score from the Darvin house. Chloe should see it." I paused. Chloe's eyes lit like a pup scenting a rare feast. "A score? A real one?" Amelia leaned dramatically. "Not just real. Rare. And she..." she nudged Chloe "...happens to be one of Asterfell's top young pianists." I blinked. A hacker and a pianist. This world never ran out of surprises. "May I see it?" Chloe asked, nearly breathless. "Of course," I said. My wolf flicked her tail. Let's see what secrets you can smell on it, little genius.

" ​The voice cut through the silent ballroom like a serrated blade. ​Chloe stepped out from the crowd of onlookers. Her dark sunglasses were gone, her eyes red, swollen, and filled with heavy, desperate tears. She looked completely small, trembling as she pressed her hands against her chest, playing the role of the terrified, guilt-ridden younger sister flawlessly. ​"Chloe?" I asked, a sudden, brutal pain slicing straight through my chest.

People began to talk among themselves when Joey came up on stage. Even the chat room in the live stream bustled with countless lines. It was busier than when Harrison was speaking. "Oof. Chloe shed her aloof, withdrawn look and turned into a sexy and cool heroine. I love that!" "She's a designer alright. She looks so good. I think I'm in love. How can one become cool, handsome, and sexy at the same time?" "Maybe she can save Pixie after all? It's Chloe we're talking about. Also, she looks gorgeous. Photos of her will definitely go viral after the launch party!"

“Oh my gosh, look at you! You look amazing. How long has it been?” Chloe, who was dressed in a white crop top showing off her four pack abs and a pair of ripped denim jeans with white Timberlands smiled affectionately at Davien, even cupping his face. “Nine years, if my memory serves me well. It’s so good to see you, D,” she pronounced in a thick and aristocratic British accent, stroking his cheeks with her thumbs.

Vanessa slid the photo album across the desk. “Who is this?” she asked Chloe paled. “I’m not sure,” she hedged, swallowing hard. “Come on, Chloe. Tell me.” Looking away, Chloe appeared to be considering. When she finally met Vanessa's gaze, resignation mingled with pity in her expression. “That’s Chris,” Chloe said. “The man Christopher truly loved.” —------

The fabricated strategy-theft article had been pulled down by *The Westmore Insider* at dawn, yet the toxic damage remained. I hadn't seen Luca directly, but the bitter taste in my mouth was his flavor. Suddenly, a phone screen flashed inches from my face. Chloe, the campus TikToker, slid into my path with a wide, fake grin that didn't reach her eyes. She moved like a predator closing in on wounded prey.

"Well, hello, Mr handsome superstar. Nice to meet you once again. I am… Chloe Jones." CHLOE spoke up with a smirk as she pulled down the wig, revealing her beautiful red hair. She took some wet towel which was on the counter top and started to caress them over her hand, face and neck, revealing her beautiful milky white skin as well. Why didn't he notice those towels there before? Then she proceeded to pull out the brown contact lenses which were hiding her beautiful blue eyes from the world. She looked up at him with a smirk as soon as she was back to her previous look. He looked at her from head to toe in shock and fear.

Chloe clutched her face with a pained gasp. "What’s going on here?" Julian’s furious voice cut through the tension as he strode toward us, his face dark with anger. Dolly, glaring at Chloe’s crumpled figure, let out a cold laugh. "Right on cue. Chloe, you tipped him off, didn’t you? Same old game. Aren’t you tired of pulling this stunt every time?" Chloe’s eyes welled with tears, her expression a perfect blend of vulnerability and despair, designed to draw sympathy.

Chloe is 19 and very gorgeous, as in the Miss America peagent type. "Hey mom, have you seen my black pumps?" Chloe asked as she entered the kitchen. she was in a high waisted skirt and crop top sweatshirt that hung half way off the shoulders. She looked at me and face palmed. "Staz your not really gonna wear that are you?" She questioned.

She stopped, looking at me, then at the empty space next to me. “Who are you talking to?” Chloe asked, her brow furrowing. “Her,” I said, pointing to Jess. I turned back, but the space was empty. Jess was gone. There wasn't even the sound of a door closing. “There’s no one there, Maya,” Chloe said, rolling her eyes. “Mind your business,” I snapped back. “Whatever, weirdo,” Chloe whispered as she brushed past me to enter a cubicle. I looked at her in the mirror before she disappeared. Her perfect blonde hair, her clear skin, she never had to wear thick glasses or hide behind layers of concealer. She was everything I wasn't.