Novel & Cerita Ash X Chloe

Let's meet in the next chapter readers😂😂 Oh innocent Chloe...does she really know what's happening?😂

It will hurt you terribly when you get to know that you can’t have them. “They say his mate has already died,” the Xander hater said. “No, some say she has run away, Chloe,” Chloe is the auburn hair girl’s name. “I don’t want to listen to anything,” Chloe said, “I wish I could be his mate,” “Don’t dream too much,” she said.

There was a loud crash, which scared everyone there. My ashes scattered everywhere. Jasper still felt angry. He laughed disdainfully and stepped on my ashes, grinding them with the sole of his shoe. The staff members' jaws had dropped in shock. They hadn't even had time to stop him. Jasper kicked my ashes and sent them flying. "Tell Amara that she came up with a very innovative trick this time round, but it's lame. I'm not going to waver at all, no matter whether she's dead or alive!

Chloe The car jerked forward and slammed to a sudden halt, dragging my body slightly forward. My chest hit the restraint of the seatbelt hard enough to knock the air out of me. “Stella, goddamn it!” I gasped, pressing a hand to my chest. “Do you want to kill us?!” Stella rolled her eyes and slammed the gear into park. “I should be asking you! Chloe Summer, are you trying to give me a heart attack?! I’m too young. Too fucking young to die of shock!”

She can pick up my scent, I can pick up her cologne. I sighed, walking outside. “OH MY GOD!” Chloe literally screamed. “It's Blue Ashton!” My eyes met Blue's and she smirked, turning her face to Chloe. “Hi there, dear.” Blue smiled, shaking Chloe's hands.

Chapter One Chloe’s POV "Arrgggg...fuck." He pounded faster and harder, my hands were clenched to the sheets as he kept on penetrating. "I think I'm going to come." I uttered, rolling my eye ball in due to the pleasure I was getting. Having sex with a stranger wasn't something that was on my wish list. Was I going to regret having sex with him? Hell yeah! I was supposed to carry out the mission which my father had sent me to to, but I couldn't resist the mate bond.

She looked at me, lips moving, but no words came out. "Why did you ask to see me?" I broke the silence, my voice icy. She lowered her head, fingers tracing the tabletop. After a long pause, she said, "I had a dream… In it, we went back to the night of the eruption. You dragged me to Grandpa and forced him to leave. Everyone survived, including Adam." "And then?" I smiled faintly before continuing in a calm but sharp tone, "I've had that dream too. In mine, Adam still found out he was terminally ill.

Eve padded softly down the stairs, the wooden steps cool beneath her feet. Alex stood at the counter, sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, quietly focused as he buttered toast. The morning light pooled around him, turning the edges of his silhouette gold. For a moment she simply watched him — the man who had fought his way back from scars both visible and hidden, the commanding billionaire whose empire spanned continents, yet who now moved with quiet, deliberate care in their kitchen, like even breakfast was something he intended to master.

“It wasn’t. Someone lit that fire on purpose.” My knees buckle. “Who?” Before he can answer, the stone wall behind us explodes inward. A blast of glittering frost spirals through the air as Noelle steps into the hall, heels clicking, hair perfect, eyes glowing with sugar-cookie malice. She dusts debris off her shoulders with a pout. “Honestly, I just had my nails done. You two are ridiculous to chase.” Milo whimpers and presses close to me.Lucien steps in front of us. His blue magic flares.

Suddenly, the ground in front of Harper exploded. A figure rose from the sand, a woman in flowing crimson silk, her skin as pale as marble and covered in glowing purple veins. She didn't wear tech. She didn't need it. She was High Priestess Xanthe, the one who had taken over after Malakai was crushed. Xanthe raised her hands, and the desert sand rose with them. The sand solidified in mid-air, turning into razor-sharp shards of glass, propelled by her psychic fury. "Architect's chosen..." Xanthe stared at Harper’s hidden mech. "You dare to touch the sacred star?"