Chloe From Miraculous นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Chloe's eyes widened, tears streaming as joy flooded her gaze. Her hands, trembling, tightened their hold on Lionel's arm. "Yes, I know you're Chloe. You're Chloe Miller," he murmured tenderly, lowering his head to place a soft, trembling kiss on her forehead. A small, broken smile formed on Chloe's lips. "I'm Chloe Miller... I can finally be myself..." she whispered, as tears slipped from her eyes. Her small body went limp in Lionel's arms. "Chloe..." Lionel cried, lifting her from the ground, stumbling slightly before breaking into a desperate run.

Chloe mouthed in disbelief. "Oh, maybe it's time you know the truth, Love. Blake was your mysterious pen pal! He was the one that sent all those love notes back in college, not me. How he wished you'd call him by his name for once, but you never did. I only befriended you because our shy prince ordered me to but at some point, I fell for you. Unfortunately for you, you only had eyes for me. Blake desperately wanted you back then but I doubt he still does now that you look like a mess trying to have a child." He body-shamed her. Chloe lost a chunk of weight over the years as a result of the severe Depression and Anorexia she suffered after her third miscarriage. She barely took care of hersel

Fuck, she’s hot. Chloe is about an inch shorter than Kesha, but curvy. Large breasted with a round ass that you could bounce a quarter off of. She has a thin, angular face with tear drop shaped ocean blue eyes. Her long, thick, brown hair has a natural wave to it and her pale skin seems to glow. About two years ago, our feelings began to change. I won’t go as far as to say it was love. I couldn’t. But there was a large amount of affection and a degree of lust. A large amount of lust.

It was as clear as crystal and I knew I'd get another mate sooner or later but all my childhood expectations just went down the drain. I never thought I'd end up getting tangled with something like this. How could stormy grey eyes of all people be my fated mate? "Cheer up, Chloe, you'll meet your prince charming soon and he'll completely sweep you off your feet." Figures. But he wasn't going to be my fated mate. "Have you..." I trailed off to gather my wits, "Have you seen him since the run?" "Who?" She asked me, her eyes narrowing in that typical Amelia way, "Tyler? No, I've not. He went home immediately after the run and he's still not back."

Until she arrived. The crowd parted near the entrance like a wave. Chloe Harrington swept in wearing a striking red gown that clung to her model-like body, her long platinum blonde hair cascading dramatically over one shoulder and her heavy perfume trailed her. Her cold light blue eyes scanned the room until they were locked on me. My stomach dropped. Darius was tensed beside me, his arm tightening protectively. “Priscilla Marlow,” Chloe purred loudly enough for nearby guests to turn, a fake smile plastered on her face. “Or should I still call you Mrs. Cross? How quaint to see you playing dress-up in Seattle.”

Niki shouted to her just as she exited the door. Chloe ran down the hall, tears were flowing out her eyes from embarrassment. The school bell rang, signalling the first break of the day, she bolted, forcing her legs to move faster as she made her way out the school doors, heading for the girls locker rooms under the podium on the field. She didn't want anyone to see her as she pushed the bathroom doors open, her lungs burning from the exercise and her ribs aching as her chest expanded with every breath. She got undressed, grabbing the hand soap by the basin and jumped into the shower, scrubbing at her scalp with the bar soap to get rid of as much paint out as she could, and washing her body,

Truly she wanted to be stopped, she wanted them to hug her badly, she wanted to cry badly and let someone comfort her, but her pride didn't allow her to say it out loud. Chloe got outside and saw a black tinted BMW parked outside the mansion, about to go in. Someone pulled her by her arms wrapping her hands over her. Chloe knew who the person was without thinking twice, only she got the right to do it in fact only she would think of doing it. She has been a second mum to her after all.

“I didn’t.” The brunette stopped combing her hair and pondered about it. It’s impossible for Kieran to bring her to her bed. He went in before her. If neither Kieran nor Jucel brought her to her bed, then it must have her parents. Chloe stared at her reflection in the vanity mirror in front of her. General Dana Rein… Princess Elisa… The Knights of Shaula… Chloe’s gray with golden-streak eyes slowly widened. “Then it must have been real,” she blurted.

Mia said with a smirk. Nero narrowed his eyes. Just then, Chloe came down the stairs, in her black sleeveless summer dress, which reach just above her knees. Her straight hair open and combed to aside. Mia looked at Chloe and smirked. She rushed towards her best friend. "Chloe you have to help me," Mia said with a sad face. Nero understood what his sister is doing. 'Let's see how my little dove convinces me' he thought with amusement. Chloe looked at Mia with confusion.

' Chloe looked in the mirror, seeing through herself. Dark eyes big and clear. The face was flawless and the dark circles were gone. Long straight hair was leisurely hanging behind and very light makeup. The elegance that was radiating out of her was so enchanting. She should be happy, right? Becoming a noble lady? She can't be. She has been dressed up to be slaughtered by these nobles. Chloe never thought she would be forced to take the place of her mistress and send to the royal family of Iquarayon. Someone, who is infamous for his cruel ways.