Chloe From Miraculous Novels & Stories

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.

The crowd gasped, then murmured in admiration. “Wow, she's beautiful,” someone beside me said. Lady Megan lets out a disgusted snort. Chloe walked straight to me, her hips swaying like she was on a runway. “My lady,” she bowed. I froze in shock. Chloe will never bow her head to me— never. She smiled and extended a small gift wrapped in silver. “What are you doing here?” I said sharply. “What do you mean? Don't you like the gift?” She asked sweetly.

“Mama! The ribbons! Look!” Chloe came charging across the plaza, her hair a wild, golden halo that caught the sun. She was wearing a miniature version of my coat, her face bright with the kind of uncomplicated joy that I had once feared was lost to her forever. Following a few paces behind her, keeping a respectful, measured distance, was Daniel.

Chloe felt disappointed and deliberately pushed the door open to grab the bottle. "Thank you," she said, looking up at Joseph, who was now only a foot away. Her soaked hair flowed down her shoulders, and her skin glistened with a subtle sheen. Her makeup-free face appeared pristine and innocent, akin to a white lily. Her eyes sparkled like polished jewels. As Joseph lowered his gaze, Chloe accidentally dropped the towel. At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and Joseph's pupils dilated as he felt a rush of warmth surge through his body.

Stanley stepped forward and spoke. “This is Alora, Chloe. She’ll be assisting you with anything you need.” Charles added, “Trust me, she’s very good at her job and nice. There’s no way you could possibly hate her.” I lifted my eyes to look at Chloe. She was stunning—hazel eyes, coffee-brown hair that fell in soft waves, and a confident expression that screamed privilege. Dressed in a crisp white shirt and fitted jeans, with heels clicking sharply against the floor, she looked nothing like someone who needed assistance. A designer handbag hung from her arm, and a luggage bag rested by her side.

He is the lucky one. She sipped again and looked out at the hall and felt the strange settled warmth of someone who had stopped running from something and was standing still for the first time in a long time. "Hello, Nat." The voice came from directly behind her. She turned slowly. Chloe stood there in a deep red dress that made her look like someone who had decided to stop hiding and had dressed accordingly. Her locs were down tonight, falling around her shoulders, the rings on her fingers catching the light. She looked stunning and completely out of place and completely at ease with both of those things simultaneously.

Chloe agreed, her face resuming the fierce look it had earlier. Chloe is a dark chocolate-skinned girl with a nose pointing towards heaven. Her eyes, which she was blessed with, are tiny with deep blue orbs that always glittered in the light. She had dark curls that stopped above her bosom and beautiful straight legs that drew men's attention to her. She had taken after her mother in looks, but in color, she was the exact copy of her grandmother. Her IQ wasn't too great, so she always had to depend on her little sister to understand things.

Even Feifei, who had already begun to walk away with her entourage, paused and looked back. Chloe stood there, poised and radiant. She was wearing a red-and-white sports tracksuit—the cut was slightly loose, yet it couldn't hide the elegant curves of her tall, slender frame. Her oval face was a masterpiece of refined beauty: skin as fair as fallen snow, features so delicate they seemed porcelain, and almond-shaped eyes that were clear and calm. She possessed an innate, high-born grace that made those around her feel instinctively bashful, as if she were a being far removed from the grease and grit of the pits. "Who is she? She’s stunning!" "Is that... an actual goddess?"

she said before disappearing down the hall. She was right. Chloe was really unique and I couldn't realize that at first. Chloe cleared her throat, catching my attention. I turned to look at her and found that she was standing. Her posture was nervous. “She seemed like a nice lady. I liked her comment about ass being pretty,” ass said, trying to make light conversation. “What were you talking about?” I asked. “She met my mother. She helped Eleanor raise her.” She said. “She told me that my mother and I have the exact same wolf,” she continued, shocking me even more. It proved that she really was royalty. “That... That's incredible!” I really meant it.

"If we are the seventh batch, that means six batches failed before us. If the 'Savior' card was such an easy win, why hasn't anyone succeeded?" Chloe patted my head, dismissing my worries. "Trust me, I'm a pro. I have to win this for the family." "As soon as I get that Token, we’re all saved. Just wait to call me Luna." Before I could argue, she locked in her identity and stepped into the portal. Grandpa Mike, seeing this, quickly selected an identity and followed her in. Soon, the livestream turned on. Chloe, dressed in the exact white dress from the memory, appeared at the edge of Killian’s territory.