Novelas y relatos de Chloe From Miraculous

Chloe Montclair I watched my friend burst into heavy laughter without stopping. She looked like someone who has lost it. "Did you... Did you just say I tell Ken to cancel the meeting? Are you crazy, Chloe!! Are you sure you're human at all because I don't understand you anymore. You're privileged to meet with the president and his wife! Not only that, you will be dining with them but because of your stupidity, you want to throw all that opportunity away." "Look, you better don't annoy me. Get your big ass up now and follow me home. I'm dressing you up myself."

“Does it hurt, princess?” Chloe’s nostrils flared. Her pride was burning. She reached for the wine-colored dress Mira had been admiring and snatched it from the rack. “This?” Chloe said loudly, waving the dress. “She was trying to steal it! Staff! Someone come here now!” Immediately, a young worker rushed over, startled. “Ma’am, what’s going on?” Chloe pointed at Mira. “She was trying to take this dress! She can’t afford it. She’s a poor country girl whose husband left her!”

I said and walked towards their direction as they were blocking the doorway. I know Helios is trying to catch my gaze, but I never bother to look at him. The bitch named Chloe smiled at me. I don’t even know if it’s real. She looks lovely and kind. I just don’t see what’s her relationship with Helios. “She’s beautiful, Helios,” Chloe suddenly said when I got near them. “When did you return?” Instead of answering, he asked her a question. Return? It’s meant to say, Chloe came from abroad.

and then I saw her. Chloe stood at the center of it all, her back to me, barking orders to her remaining loyalists as they tried to hold the line against Captain Wells’ soldiers. Her hair was matted with sweat, her clothes streaked with ash and blood, but she was still standing tall, defiant, as if the chaos around her couldn’t touch her. “Chloe!” I shouted, my voice hoarse. She turned, her eyes widening slightly when she saw me, but then her expression hardened. "Maya," she said, her voice cold and sharp. "You shouldn’t be here."

There was another soft knock. I walked to the door and opened it. And there she was. Chloe. Her brown curls were pinned back loosely, and she wore one of those plain gray flimsy omega uniforms that barely covered her boobs and exposed her long shapely legs. The gown was too short, and I wondered whose twisted mind conceived such a revealing outfit for omegas. Then she looked up at me with those soulful green eyes that turned me to mush. I loved her eyes, they were a rare shade of green and very beautiful.

But she looked radiant. "Oh my god," Sarah whispered. Chloe's mom started crying. Quiet tears streaming down her face. Leighton couldn't speak. Could only stare. Her best friend. Her sister in everything but blood. Looking like a dream. Chloe turned. Faced the mirror. Saw herself. Her hand flew to her mouth. "This is it," she said. Voice breaking. "This is the one." The consultant brought a veil. Pinned it carefully. It cascaded down Chloe's back. Simple. Perfect. Exactly right.

Her fingers needed something to do—anything to distract her from the dull ache settling deep in her chest. She opened the internet, scrolling mindlessly. News. Fashion. Random videos. She barely registered any of it, her thumb moving on autopilot. And then— Boom. Chloe. The page loaded fully, and there it was: Chloe’s pregnancy shoot, splashed across her screen in all its glossy, curated perfection. Soft lighting. Flowing fabric. Chloe glowing, radiant, one hand resting protectively on her baby bump. And Damian.

As the door swung open, a familiar face beamed back at her, bright and warm. “Chloe!” Michelle breathed, eyes wide with disbelief. The corners of her lips curled. Chloe Bennett laughed, pulling her into a tight hug before Michelle could say anything more. “Surprise! God, I missed you!” Michelle’s eyes stung, a choked laugh escaping as she hugged back fiercely. “I can’t believe you’re here.” Chloe pulled back slightly, her grin softening. “Believe it, babe. I’m back for good.” Her eyes searched Michelle’s face, her concern was evident. “But damn, you look like you’ve been through hell. What’s going on?”

Chloe's POV I made sure to prepare everything I need for the party last night before going to bed to make time for my annual Halloween tradition. I sat on the bed with the laptop on my lap, a box of Kleenex beside me to use to wipe away my tears as I watch the moment where the female character; Allie, remembers her husband; Noah. This was how Andy saw me when she came in my room. "Chloe." She sang my name. Her expression changed when she saw the state that I'm in. "What's wrong?"