Chloe From Miraculous Novels & Stories

Standing on the threshold was Chloe. She looked effortlessly gorgeous, wearing a cropped light-wash denim jacket, high-waisted white trousers, and a pair of oversized designer sunglasses pushed up into her bouncy, voluminous blonde hair. She was holding a brown paper bag from a high-end Upper West Side bakery in one hand and her sleek leather purse in the other. Chloe was Liam’s girlfriend—and she was one of only three people on the entire planet who knew that this high-profile sports romance was a completely fabricated, legally binding corporate facade.

I shouted, dodging the advance of a third soldier. “Don’t get distracted, outcast!” Chloe’s shrill voice echoed from behind the purple smoke. She had emerged from the shadows of the medical corridor, her hands marked with that dark rune from the Dead Lands, her eyes burning with a mad envy as she looked at my royal attire. Chloe carried no swords; instead, she held a black crystal vial containing mystical poison, which she intended to hurl directly at my face.

Another one—my head resting on his shoulder inside the hall. “You two look so cute here!” Chloe squealed. “That’s not what it looks like,” I said quickly. “I literally fell asleep—” Chloe waved me off. “Please, Mira. You don’t have to lie to me.” “Wait—there’s more!” She swiped. My breath caught again. Me. Klaus. His parents. “O.M.G!” Chloe screamed. “You met the Saints?! I’m so jealous!” Tina snatched the phone.

"Oh, I knew I smelled strawberry and privilege up here!" Chloe rounded the corner of the ferns. She had changed out of her ruined, pink-stained Chanel blouse and was now wearing an equally offensive, outrageously expensive champagne-colored silk halter top and matching wide-leg trousers. She looked immaculate, holding a crystal glass of white wine in her hand. But the moment her eyes landed on us—specifically on Dani hovering over me on a picnic blanket—her bright, fake smile faltered. Her eyes narrowed into sharp, icy slits.

Just as I was about to set the tray down, the door opened again. Chloe walked in. I froze. The tray in my hands began to shake violently. The memories from last night flooded back: Chloe pinned to the ground, the black fungus, those empty eyes... "Miss, I've come to do your hair," Chloe said, her voice as flat as ever. She started toward the vanity, pulling a silver-backed brush from a drawer. But as she passed me, she stopped and turned to look at me. Her eyes held an unsettling glint, like a predator sizing up its prey.

Chloe thought as she watches the water dripping down from the tap after she changed into the clothes given to her by Miss Dragon. Whatever it is, I don't care, all I know is that Andrea needs the money and this is the only way to earn it!” She tried to convince herself to accept whatever comes her way. Knock! Knock!! A loud knock landed on the door jerking her back to reality. “Princess, we don't have all day to watch you whine like a little kitten, hurry up! will you? Miss Dragon's eerie voice rang out through the door hole. Her constant reminder of where Chloe is supposed to be, made tears welled up in Chloe's eyes, she managed to stop them from streaming down and soiling her make.

She seemed momentarily frozen, her gaze fixed on me, clearly struck by my looks. I stood up from my chair since she was still just staring. I walked around my desk to approach her, extending my hand for a handshake. “Hi. I’m Faith Zeican Lee.” She blinked. “Oh. Hi. I, I’m Chloe.” She took my hand, her lips forming a small smile. “Chloe Herald.” Wait. Why don’t I sense any of that b*tchy vibe? Did Uncle Ryan get the wrong information? Her smile seems genuine, and she appears to be a sweet girl.

Wrapped in a black cloak, Chloe stood there, her disheveled hair spilling over her shoulders like tangled vines. Seeing her like this, Elena felt a chill crawl up her spine. “Why? Are you so surprised to see me?” Chloe rasped, her lips curving into a twisted smile. Her voice was hoarse, like someone who hadn’t spoken in days. A hysterical, bitter laugh escaped Chloe’s lips as she staggered closer, her eyes wild with emotion. “Look what you’ve done to me.” Chloe’s face appeared hollow, with sunken eyes that burned with a frenzied intensity.

“You know.” “Oh, oh,” The woman says. She laughs, deep and genuine and shakes her head. “No, no. I wasn’t with Archer. I’m Neil’s girlfriend, Angela.” Neil’s girlfriend? How have I been her almost a month and still haven’t seen her around? “Oh, hi,” I shift Mia on my hip and stick my hand out. “I’m Chloe. The Nanny.” “Yes, I’ve heard a bunch about you,” she says. She puts her perfectly manicured one in my crusty dry hand. The juxtaposition is jarring. She peels her lips back to a toothy smile. Her teeth are perfect.

I pecked her chin. She giggled and dropped the mug on the table. She wrapped her arms on my neck and I cuddled her lovingly. I felt her smooth palm smooching my chest and I stroke her hair. We crawled under the blanket and wrapped ourselves in each other's arms. ...... Chloe's POV Finally! Xavier is home! My brows furrowed staring at him striding into our bedroom. He walked past me as if I were invisible. Not that I was expecting a peck or a hug from him but saying good morning to me wouldn't ruin his day or mine or will it?