Chloe Doll Miraculous Ladybug Novels & Stories

Ms Carusso says, mimicking Celeste's vocal fry to perfection, "Annie has the perfect ass for this. Annie would look great in this pink." "It's true, we're obsessed with you. But you know that already, it's not a secret," Celeste says unapologetically and I know it's right. Ever since I was born, only four years after them, I've been their living, breathing doll. That’s literally what they call me. And they would play with me as if I was one so much that my dad had to actually lock me away sometimes. Far from their reach. "And yes, I want a pink dress on her," Chloe says and grabs my arm to pull me closer to a rack, "The Schiaparelli one, do you still have it?"

I'm holding two paper bags of food and a milkshake that's sweating through the cardboard, and my boyfriend is now rocking a vending machine in a maternity wing. He gives the machine one last shove. The pretzels drop. He holds them up like a trophy and says nothing, because he doesn't have to, because he's insufferable. Chloe's room smells like flowers and disinfectant. It’s not a great combination. She's sitting up, hair scraped back, in a robe with a pattern I'd describe as "aggressively calm." "Please tell me you got it." I hand over the bag. She looks inside and makes a noise I have genuinely never heard a wellness influencer make.

The formality was gentle, not stiff, the manners of a man who understood he occupied borrowed ground and was grateful for every inch. “Lloyd. Coffee?” “Please.” He set the tote bag on the counter and pulled out a wooden box, hinged, about the size of a shoebox. He slid it toward Chloe, who had appeared beside him with the silence of a cat. “What is it?” Chloe asked, already reaching for the latch. “Open it and find out.” She flipped the lid. Inside, nestled in cotton batting, was a set of hand-painted wooden animals—a seahorse, an octopus, a jellyfish, a whale, and something tentacled and furious that I couldn’t identify.

Ready. I stepped out of my room and stopped dead in my tracks. *Holy fuck.* Chloe was coming down the hallway toward me. That dress… Jesus Christ. It was a killer. Deep color that made her skin glow, a dangerous slit running high up one thigh, and a neckline that showed just enough cleavage to make a man lose his mind. Her blonde hair was styled in soft curls that bounced with every step. Her makeup was perfect — bold lips, smoky eyes that made her brown eyes pop even more. Her body in that dress was sinful.

“I'm the boss around here, and everyone listens to my instructions, do you understand? Chloe nodded and her eyes fell on her reflection in the mirror. She looks sad and pitiful. While they were lost in their thoughts, the door slide open, and the girls walked in, bearing different colors and designs of expensive-looking outfits. “What are these for? , they look so classy and expensive ” Chloe thought. “Miss Dragon, here are the dresses you requested, they are according to your preferences ” One of the girls announced, hanging the outfits on the dresser hanger, then she proceeds to stand behind them. Miss Dragon inspected the collections for a couple of minutes, when she felt satisfied with w

It's Chloe! "Where is that goddamn dress?" She whispered and started searching for the dress. Then she saw a huge bag. She quickly opened the bag and took out the dress. "Such a beautiful dress but it’s going to be ruined by me." Chloe smirked evilly looking at the dress. "Kabir, I am doing as you said but guess what? I will do it my way." She said, giving a wicked smile that was more wicked than Kabir's. Chloe looked at the pearl strings at the back of the dress. She took a small blade and did her artwork in the dress.

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.

Chloe elbowed him lightly, sending him a playful glare as if daring him to repeat what he had just said. Fred raised his hands in surrender amid soft chuckles. The anticipated evening finally arrived. Chloe was dressed in a stunning silk, midnight-blue gown adorned with delicate star-like sequins that shimmered with every movement. The dashing blue dress featured a daring slit on the right leg that ran all the way up, stopping teasingly at her thigh. Her hair was styled in an elegant updo. Long silver earrings brushed against her shoulders, beautifully accentuating her neck. Her makeup was subtle yet flawless, enhancing her natural beauty in the most striking way.

ISABELLA With the way my best friend sounded over the phone, you'd think that she got everything handled and stuff like that. But the moment I step into her place, it's chaos that greets me. "Bella, oh my God, thank God you're here..." Chloe rushes toward me. Her hair is in a messy bun, and she's holding... a tiny pink shoe? A single tiny pink shoe. I blink. “…Hi?” “She has too many things!" Chloe blurts, waving the shoe. “Why does a two-year-old have more shoes than me? Bella, look at this! Look at this!”

Orange cheese sauce smeared the fabric. Chloe screeched and batted the spoon off and it clattered to the floor. She stared at the stain, hands hovering above it with no idea what to do. "Napkin." “Napkin!” Chloe scrambled off the couch, ran to the kitchen and came back with paper towels. She dropped to her knees, and began to scrub it off. When she was done, she threw the towels in the bin and glared at Mira who returned the energy. "I'm a size seven," Mira deadpanned. "You're a size ten so it's either you have issues with your eyes, or you don't know math."