Chloe Bourgeois Miraculous Novels & Stories

Standing on the threshold was Chloe. She looked effortlessly gorgeous, wearing a cropped light-wash denim jacket, high-waisted white trousers, and a pair of oversized designer sunglasses pushed up into her bouncy, voluminous blonde hair. She was holding a brown paper bag from a high-end Upper West Side bakery in one hand and her sleek leather purse in the other. Chloe was Liam’s girlfriend—and she was one of only three people on the entire planet who knew that this high-profile sports romance was a completely fabricated, legally binding corporate facade.

AURORA Yesterday was hell, I came home sore and tired from running from store to store with the professional stylist Caelum hired for me. Francesca Weingarten, a woman about my age with the style of a magazine cover girl. Her style is too extravagant for my taste, I prefer the glamour that doesn't scream loud from afar. Away from shopping in the most expensive stores, most of which I left empty-handed because I liked nothing, we also went to the beauty parlour.

She exclaimed and stormed out of that side of the boutique. "Pay for what exactly?" I said and giggled. Then, I walked into the boutique. It had several sections with different mannequins and beautiful outfits on it. I could not help but stare at all the gowns I came across. While checking them all one after the other with the shoes to match and necklaces, with bags not excluded, I saw a familiar gown. It was not the same color but it had almost the same old design as the one I was familiar with. The gown looked so much like the gown my grandmother wanted me to wear to my wedding. Only then did I remember that I had not called my grandmother for a while now.

Just then, Chloe called out to her from the mirror: “Aurora! Come to me.” Silas gave a nudge on her shoulder, “Go on. The queen is asking for you.” Aurora dragged her steps and slowly walked towards the full-length mirror. Chloe was dressed in a flowing gown of delicate lace and shimmering silk. Her maids fussed over here, making sure that every detail was just right. When Aurora came close, a designer was adjusting the waistline with a couple of pins. She accidentally pricked Chloe with one of the pins. “Ouch!”

Why should we run? She turned around, grabbed three of the most expensive items on the rack, and marched to the counter, pulling me along. “It’s funny how some people think carrying someone else’s card is a personality trait,” Chloe mocked, flashing a grin at Jess. “Real power is spending the credits you earned with your own claws!” Jess’s face darkened to match her card. She knew Chloe was the heiress to a retail empire that spanned the kingdom. Chloe was loaded in her own right.

He chuckled. **** We were sat with my father in law and three people I hadn't met before. "Chloe, this is Beta Reuben and his mate Claire, they are the Beta couple for the England Pack and this is Oscar, the brother to the Alpha." Magnus introduced. "It's nice to meet you." I smiled as I sat down. "Your not a wolf are you?" Reuben asked. "No, my mate is a mermaid." Magnus said. "Oh my God you will have the cutest pups. would they be merwolfs or weremaids?" Claire asked and I burst out laughing. "And would they shift in to a mix of the two and wolf with gills?"

The masked stranger stood and removed the silver mask. The entire market gasped. Cassian Vale. Everyone in Velmora knew that face. The sharp cheekbones, the cold gray eyes, the expression that had graced the covers of empire journals and financial spell ledgers since he inherited the Vale fortune at twenty-three. The youngest billionaire in the realm. Owner of the crystal railways. The sky ports. Half the magical banks in the empire. And currently staring at her like she had just become the most dangerous thing in his world. “Take her,” he said.

said Carol and grabbed Claire from her arm to pull her forward . " He he he he !.........Claire.......how about you do a little performance for us ? " said Chloe with a devilish smirk . " Performance ? " said Edward surprised . " This girl is known for being a computer . She often takes part in competitions with money prizes . Knowing your obsession with Puff collectibles , I am sure the two of you are here to grab the first prize . As always , Claire will come to your attendance Carol . " said Chloe . " Chloe , Claire is my friend . " said Chloe, and Claire stopped her from going to Chloe .

“This is beautiful! Is it Givenchy? Gucci? No, no, it looks like Prada.” “It’s … something,” I say, swishing the skirt. Mia giggles and presses her hand to my cheek. “And – wait a minute,” Debbie says. “That’s the baby right? From the cave?” I freeze. “Uh, well—” “Chloe don’t tell me you took her again!” “I didn’t take her the first time!” I hiss. “Nor did I this time. I’m – well – I’m – “

The chief commentator’s raw, ecstatic voice continuously boomed across the colossal stadium PA system: "My God! The spatial metrics are still collapsing! Let's not forget the data profiles here, folks—she is actively hunting the undisputed monarch of the circuit, First Dawn, alongside the multi-time champion superstar Kingsley! "Chloe Bishop! The peerless First Socialite of Sea City, Chloe Bishop! The sovereign President of the multi-million dollar Bishop Group, Chloe Bishop! It’s the absolute final lap of the bracket—unleash every single fraction of your remaining capability, and allow our collective souls to witness the literal birth of a miracle!"