Angel Chloe Novels & Stories

He's a little damaged, but a strong Angel. • Kyle Fletcher: This young demon in all his glory is twenty-two. With eyes like those of a dragon, he's one of the strongest Demons currently alive. Unlike the general description of a demon, Kyle is calm and takes decisions after careful thought. He's 181 cm tall (5'11 ft), weight- 67 kg (147 lbs). MBTI type: ENFP. He is strong, both physically and mentally. Favorite color: Purple. Zodiac: Virgo. Jamie believes that Asa loves him because he's a lot like Vantae but hands down to the truth, the angel loves him for his red eyes. Not that it's the only reason, but it's one of the major things about Kyle that make the angel's heart beat faster. The you

Chloe. Calling.

he said, extending a hand. Chelsea forced a smile, his handshake light, almost tentative. "I'm Chelsea." Angel's eyes sparkled. "Oh, you're that Chelsea. Chelsea Waters, right?" Chelsea nodded, his gaze drifting to Angel's boots. "Yeah, I am. Nice boots." The red sequins seemed out of place amidst the somber atmosphere. Angel chuckled, his eyes crinkling. "Thanks! I'm a fan of statement pieces." He struck a pose, his leg bent to showcase the boots.

Chloe came forward and pushed me back of my mind. My voice completely changed.My wolf's voice was powerful and complete authority. "I am Chloe ,Alex's wolf . Alex is fiftieth daughter of Goddess Selene's and her mate's .As Alex said I am blessed with the powers of witches,fae and vampire. Due to all the blessings I was granted the right to have authority over this species and my white wolf not only makes me the queen of all the werewolves, rogues as well as pack wolves but also the queen of other shifters " Chloe said in a dominant voice.In respect all the people there fell on their knees and bare their necks in submission other than Zander.It was less effective on him and he has learnt to f

“You know.” “Oh, oh,” The woman says. She laughs, deep and genuine and shakes her head. “No, no. I wasn’t with Archer. I’m Neil’s girlfriend, Angela.” Neil’s girlfriend? How have I been her almost a month and still haven’t seen her around? “Oh, hi,” I shift Mia on my hip and stick my hand out. “I’m Chloe. The Nanny.” “Yes, I’ve heard a bunch about you,” she says. She puts her perfectly manicured one in my crusty dry hand. The juxtaposition is jarring. She peels her lips back to a toothy smile. Her teeth are perfect.

Chloe’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. “Mum… what are you doing here?” she finally managed to ask, her voice trembling with shock and a hint of panic. Angela’s eyes sparkled with warmth, completely oblivious to the storm brewing around Chloe. “What kind of question is that? Are you not supposed to welcome your mother? Are you not happy to see me?” She stepped inside, setting her luggage down with a confident grace. “I saw what’s been happening with Zoe in the news. She is like my daughter too. She’s been through so much, and I need to be here for her… and for you.”

*** Across the estate, in another wing of the mansion, Chloe was celebrating as though she had won a crown. She danced barefoot in the living room, music blasting from her phone as she twirled in her designer nightgown. “Who’s the villain now, hmm?” she sang to herself, giggling breathlessly. “Who’s the evil witch now, internet? Not me! Oh no. I am the angel wife, the savior mother, the perfect Mrs. Langford!” She snatched a champagne bottle from the table, popping the cork and letting it spill onto the marble floor. She lifted the bottle to her lips, drinking straight from it as she swayed her hips, her laughter echoing off the walls.

he proclaimed proudly. Kent raised an impressed eyebrow at his partner. “Well done, Ben. Now, our lovely Chloe here will spill the truth, won't you, dear?” Silence enveloped the room, thick and heavy like molasses. I found myself holding my breath, anticipation building as we waited for Chloe's confession. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “It was my brother… Angel Gabriel. He's… he's a vampire.” Kent's face softened with genuine appreciation, and he reached out to pat Chloe's hand. “There, there, sweet girl. Well done.”

I flick my eyes over my shoulder, indicating I needed help with the person at the door. "Hi." She says, holding back a chuckle and looking over my shoulder. "I'm Cleo." She pushes me behind her with one hand, blocking Angel's view of my lower half. She brings her hand back around to shake hands, smiling. I glance down and realize she's having to hold my shorts up on her hips with one hand. "Mm. I'm aware." Angel looks her up and down, pointedly ignoring Cleo's outstretched hand. I feel my wolf growling inside, angry at the blatant disrespect towards our mate.

The woman smiled at him, “What a very romantic prince you remain as.” “Ofcourse.” Cleoffe replied. I froze when the woman’s gaze found mine. She wrinkled her brows then smiled, “And who is this beautiful young lady we have here? A princess, perhaps? Or are you Miss Sachiel’s daughter? You somewhat resemble her when she was at your age.” I glanced at Cleoffe then looked at the woman, “G-Good Evening, m-ma’am… I-I’m Angela Santos.” “She’s my girlfriend.” Said Cleoffe.