Chloe From Miraculous Novels & Stories

Suddenly i realised Dellinq was very quiet in my head. "Dellinq?" "Sorry, mate was hiding." "Hiding?" "She scared." "Of what?" "She special." "Dellinq, stop being so cryptic." "She a blue tail mermaid." He said. I frowned and looked at Kari. "What is it?" She asked. "Apparently, Chloe is a special mermaid, which is why she hid." I told her. "Dellinq is being cryptic." Kari was quiet for a moment, obviously discussing with Hela. Suddenly her eyes turned purple

Chloe’s blonde hair cascaded down her temple, framing a face so perfect that Elena had often joked their mother had used all the beautiful genes before she gave birth to Chloe and left nothing behind for anyone else. Chloe looked like what a Greek goddess was supposed to look like. Tall. Elegant. Confident. Beautiful without even trying. That alone had secured her a place in the movie industry. Of course, her acting talent had helped too. Chloe was one of the most famous actresses in the country. She had fans. Awards. Interviews. People waiting outside restaurants just to get a picture of her. And yet whenever she came home, she was still just Chloe. Elena’s older sister.

That was when I understood. Chloe’s special ability was creating illusions and entering dreams. In other words, there was no escaping her. Unless I never slept again, Chloe would always be able to find me. Chloe smiled meaningfully. Then she walked up to me and tapped my chest with her cold finger. “Shane, don’t even think about escaping me. Just stay with me obediently.” Her smile deepened. “Don’t worry. I’ll take very good care of you.”

Like a dry branch breaking. Chloe's eyes flew open. This time, it wasn't acting. It was real. Her mouth opened. She seemed to want to scream something. The wind was too loud. I couldn't hear anything. She fell. Her white camisole dress flipped upward, exposing her stomach. Her hair streamed above her like dark waterweeds. Her arms clawed through the air and caught nothing. Then she grew smaller. Smaller. Finally, she became a white dot. Then she vanished into the mist.

The three men turned to look at her. Chloe stared straight ahead, her pale eyes completely devoid of the fear that had haunted her for ten years. The terrified woman who had married Liam was entirely gone. The desperate captive who had lived in a dark garage was dead. She had accepted the Blood Covenant, and she had tasted the absolute, terrifying power of playing God with the master architecture. She was the billionaire queen, and her kingdom had just been stolen.

"With the house in this state? And while your husband is working himself to the bone in another country? It seems very selfish, Elena. But I suppose I shouldn't expect anything else." The front door opened, and Chloe marched in. she was wearing bright sunglasses and a colorful dress that made Eleanor look like a gray cloud. "Morning, everyone!" Chloe chirped. She didn't wait for an invitation. She walked over to me and grabbed my arm. "Ready, El? The car is running, and I’ve got a massive craving for cucumber water and peace and quiet." Eleanor gave Chloe a look that would have frozen a volcano. "Miss... Chloe, was it? I was just telling Elena that she has responsibilities here."

You’re about to weaponize a twenty-six-year-old woman whose primary crime is being too sincere about wellness, in order to provoke a public outburst from the husband of the woman you’re in love with. To which I have, all afternoon, been responding with various versions of yes, but he deserves it. I pick Chloe up from her apartment at six forty-five. She’s wearing a white dress that is very tight and very short but also looks really good against her tan skin. Her dark hair is up, with carefully arranged tendrils framing her face. She’s radiating the specific brightness of a young woman who’s been told she’s going to be photographed and has prepared accordingly. "Mason! Oh my God, you look so

I lifted my head to look at Daniel getting ready to scold him. “That’s not you, Chloe…” His voice cut in. Calm. Final. “It’s your younger twin sister, Zoe.” The phone nearly slipped from my hand. My hands were shaking at this point that I squeezed the phone right to calm my self. “What???”

I couldn't avoid the fact that Caesar was affecting me. "Nothing, you just hugged me now choking the air out of me lady, what did you expect?" I lied, but the person I was lying to could see right through my exterior. "Yes, I choked the air out of you." She scoffed looking at me way deeply, literally scanning me. "If you don't know it yet, you happen to suck at lying marvelous chloe." Shit, shit, shit. Marvelous chloe? She heard us last night? Oh God no please!

"She’s been a blessing to this family." At that moment, Chloe walked past, her presence commanding the room even in casual attire. She wore a singlet-like crop top and carried a laundry basket, her stride purposeful. Seeing her up close again took me by surprise. There was something undeniably captivating about her. As she came nearer, I noticed a small birthmark on her waist, partially visible under her top. It sparked a strange familiarity, but I couldn’t quite place where I had seen it before. My mind raced, trying to connect the dots, but the shock and surprise muddled my thoughts.