Chloe Doll Miraculous Ladybug Novels & Stories

Chloe rolled her eyes about to sit but Sarah pulled her back up. “You are dressing up, and there is nothing to do about it,” Sarah warned in a stern voice. Chloe had no choice but to do as her friends wanted her, she just sat waiting for Sarah to dress her up. “This is stunning!” Carrie clapped her hands, staring at Chloe. Chloe is wearing a breathtaking gown in a vibrant color, like a deep emerald green.” The gown hugs her figure perfectly, accentuating her curves. Her makeup is flawlessly done, with a soft smokey eye and a pop of color on her lips.

They fucking knew what they were doing. Chloe is wearing a white pantsuit, custom-tailored for her. I didn't think I'd be able to guess her exact measurements, but man, was I wrong. The fabric embraces her curves perfectly. Her smooth, shiny blonde hair is neatly swept into a bun at the nape of her neck. Her cheeks are rosy, as if kissed by the sun, her blue eyes accentuated by a touch of thin black eyeliner, and her lips…. Fuck, those pink lips will be the death of me.

Hope babbled something that sounded like agreement. --- Chloe arrived next, wearing a bright yellow dress and an even brighter smile. She was carrying a box of diapers — so many diapers that Emma wondered if Chloe had bought out the entire store. "I brought diapers," Chloe announced. "So many diapers. You're going to need them." Emma laughed. "Thank you." Chloe set the diapers on the table and walked to Hope, who was now sitting on the floor, playing with a stuffed elephant. Chloe knelt down and made a funny face. Hope giggled.

I was so caught up in my spiraling thoughts that I almost didn't notice the crowd outside the boutique strip three blocks away. Then my eyes caught a familiar flash of dark hair, and my blood turned to ice. Chloe was standing on the sidewalk, surrounded by expensive shopping bags, laughing as she checked her reflection in a store window. But it wasn't just her presence that made my breath hitch. It was the dress she was wearing—a tailored silk piece I recognized instantly because it was one of the exact designer gowns Adrian had got for me and i sent to my apartment yesterday. The clothes I thought had been reduced to ash in the fire.

I was happy to see them, for they had never tried to hurt me, but still, I was curious about why they were here. "What is it that Alpha Strider wants you to do?" I inquired of them. Chloe went over to the large, black bags that lay on the bed and opened one. My eyes widen as she takes out a beautiful white dress that is as white as my hair. It was sparkly. The sleeves were tall, so was the dress, and the lower part of the dress was fluffy. It was the most elegant dress I have ever seen. I ran over to Chloe, took the dress from her, and held it within my arms.

Two tailors knelt at her feet, pins held between their teeth, adjusting the hem with surgical precision. ​"V, you look like a goddess. Literally, I think I’m losing my sight from the glow," Chloe chirped from a velvet chaise lounge, sipping a glass of complimentary champagne. She had swapped her gym wear for a chic blazer dress, looking every bit the high-society advisor.

Her face was starting to lose all its colour. Lady Chloe moved with ritual precision, her gown brushing the edges of the circle as she poured powder into the air. Each grain shimmered, caught by the unnatural glow of the magic. Clone Aeron stood silent at her side, eyes unreadable, a mockery of the man Eira had once trusted.

She crashes through its door and falls to the hard ground in an embarrassing heap. " Aw! " Meilin groans in pain, silently moving her hands and foot to make sure that nothing was broken. She moves to get off the ground when she sees a pair of sandals before her. Slowly, with dread, she raises her eyes to encounter Master Chang's furious eyes. She gulps, her heart sinking to her stomach. Suddenly she feels the urge to wee. Master Chang looks like a cloudy sky about to pour as he stares down at his clumsy doll. All around him, dignitaries are arriving in their fancy and expensive carriages, with loads of servants trailing behind him, and his one doll is making him look like a fool before them.

I asked surprised. "Don't worry about Chloe. Dellinq pulled her mermaid out of hiding, it was a shock to her system, and she just needs to rest for a little." "How..." "Apparently I am special." She said rolling her eyes. "I told Henry to not bother the doctor, or should I say Hela demanded him not to." "She has a mermaid?" "Yes." She responded as I motioned for her to take a seat. Suddenly i realised Dellinq was very quiet in my head.

“Drive my car home, will you? I’m not leaving this house until I’m dragged out by the fuckin’ cops.” Leah smiled and left wordlessly. I looked up, straight into Chloe’s eyes. She nodded, and I stepped into the house. “Milka!” she called. “Did you find Dolly?” “Yeah, Mama!” My eyes widened as this tiny person toddled in, clutching a soft-bodied doll. Her hair was dark and unruly like mine, her eyes wide and almost indigo blue, exactly like mine, but her smile wasn’t. The smile stretching her face was wholly her mommy’s, the exact smile Chloe’s smiled at me so many times.