Chloe From Miraculous Novels & Stories

"I apologize, but is your name Chloe?" Chloe smiled politely, "Yes. My name is Chloe Hazel Arley. Nice to meet you, Aunt." Sisilia nodded and gestured for Chloe to continue her way. As soon as she disappeared from her sight, Sisilia unconsciously sat down on a dining chair. "She's really the Chloe I've been searching for all this time."

I gave her a look of surprise and smiled. "It must be a witch thing," I said to Tor who was looking at us both with an amused look on his face. "So," Tor said subtly pushing his cup away. "Where is this elder?" Chloe took that moment to lift the cloak off of her head. She tossed her long raven curls behind her shoulder and gave us both a small smile. "You are looking at her." Tor and I stared at Chloe in bewilderment for a few moments. Her serene persona dissipated as she cracked a smile and started to laugh.

I responded to her. Chloe's mother stood up from the ground. She approached me and now she began staring at me. “You really liked her. The angle, the shape of your nose, your lips, your eye brows, and those eyes…” she muttered. “It's all the same like her.” “I don't know what you are talking about. Can you be direct?” I blurted. The woman bit her lower lips. “My name is Claire, Chloe's mother. And the someone I am talking about was my long-lost friend. You really like her. It's as if I am seeing the version of her now,” Claire explained.

“Doesn’t she look beautiful, Caroline?” Caroline looks up. Her smile is small and perfect and cold. “Stunning as always, Serena. That coat is divine.” “Thank you.” My voice is polite the way Liam likes. Chloe finally lifts her eyes. She is twenty-four, three years younger than me, but sometimes she looks fifteen with that baby face and huge blue eyes. Today her blonde hair is in two low braids, innocent schoolgirl style, but the dress she’s wearing costs five thousand dollars and shows half her chest. She stands up and hugs me, arms tight around my neck, perfume sweet and heavy.

"​It's okay. I've go⁠t you." The voice‍ cut through the‍ nigh​tmare.⁠ ​I opened my eye​s aga‌in. Chloe w⁠a‍s back.‍ She was wet from⁠ the rain. Sh‌e lo​oked​ fierc‍e. She had a bott‍l‍e of wa‍ter‌ and a box of⁠ generic pills. "Sit u⁠p,"‍ she commanded.

a voice said. I turned around. Chloe was standing in the doorway. She wore a white dress that looked like it was made of snow. She looked perfect and cold. She held a digital tablet in her hand, and she was smiling. It was the smile of someone who had already won the game. "I’m going for a walk," I said. My voice was flat. It didn't sound like me.

They talked for a while, then turned and started walking in my direction. I wanted to hide. Too late. Chloe spotted me first. She froze for a second, then her face lit up. She hurried toward me. "You must be Selene!" Her smile was wide and warm. "I've been wanting to meet you! Jace talks about you constantly — my ears are practically ringing!" I stared. "What?" She glanced back at Jace, then back at me, grinning even wider. "I'm Chloe. Jace's wedding planner." My voice came out unsteady.

"Well, hello, Mr handsome superstar. Nice to meet you once again. I am… Chloe Jones." CHLOE spoke up with a smirk as she pulled down the wig, revealing her beautiful red hair. She took some wet towel which was on the counter top and started to caress them over her hand, face and neck, revealing her beautiful milky white skin as well. Why didn't he notice those towels there before? Then she proceeded to pull out the brown contact lenses which were hiding her beautiful blue eyes from the world. She looked up at him with a smirk as soon as she was back to her previous look. He looked at her from head to toe in shock and fear.

Chloe’s cruelty, his daughter’s near death, the lies on television—it all converged into one truth. Chloe had crossed the final line. A slow clap echoed in the hallway. Ares turned sharply, his eyes narrowing. Chloe strolled toward him in her short dress, makeup flawless, her wine glass still in hand as though she had walked straight out of a party. “Well, well,” she drawled, her smile sharp as glass. “I heard there was…an accident.” Ares’s blood roared in his ears. His hands curled into fists. “An accident?” His voice was low, deadly.

Chloe, too had never disappointed her before, as she was so brilliant it was blinding. Chloe was not only impeccably beautiful, but her temperament, speech, and capabilities were also first-rate. She was proficient in everything from piano, chess, and the likes. Moreover, she was picked by a director at a very young age and embarked on the path to stardom she had laid out for her. Chloe's message was probably pinned, and when Miley picked up her phone and saw the message in it, she said elatedly, "Chloe said she has a chance to get the ambassadorship for JJ Johnston Group!"