Chloe Miraculous Movie Novels & Stories

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."

he offered, slinking his arm around her waist. Their gazes met. For a minute there, she felt the urge to lay her head against his chest but chose to stop herself from doing it. As she was about to move away from him a nerve in her temple ticked furiously. Chloe felt her body slowly getting numb; her sight became vague. She heard Ira calling her name in a muffled voice as well as the faint noises coming from god-knows-where before everything went black.

Matilda's hand, which was holding the tea tray, was trembling slightly. After a few seconds of hesitation, she dropped a pill into the cup of tea. Her eyes were eventually filled with a sinister and determined look. "Javier Crowther, you forced me to do this." At night, Chloe brought Audrey back to Claire's house. In the middle of the night, Chloe heard the voices of a man and a woman talking inside the room. Hayden opened the door and took a glance through the gap. The scene was way too sexy and

Em found herself saying a silent prayer of thanks once they pulled up at the school in one piece. Although her moment of peacefulness didn’t last too long. They were standing in a-group, the twins introducing her to a few of their friends. She met a girl named Sylvia who was Aspens good friend and another girl named Mickey. Em immediately started laughing at that when the boys started singing the the song from Dirty Dancing. A second later a weird feeling came over her and she immediately remembered why Asher looked so familiar. Panic clawed at her throat… he was here. Somewhere. The boy from the stoplight. She could actually FEEL him.

The chamber door opened, and from there, Cillian Craig entered the room immediately froze in his place when his eyes caught the sight of the beautiful woman in the light blue dress in front of the mirror. He was transfixed, mesmerized by the sight of his mate, who had been beautiful from the start, and was now even more glowing. He gulped. Shit, to many people here. “Luna Chloe is ready, we are going out now, Alpha..” The maids said goodbye and they rushed out and closed the door. Meanwhile Chloe waited in front of the mirror anxiously. Why didn't Cillian say anything? He just stood there staring at her without blinking.

Layla stumbled to the door, her legs weak beneath her, and pulled it open. Chloe stood there, eyes wide, fear etched deeply into her expression. Glitter still clung to her hair and cheeks, remnants of the night before that now felt like a lifetime ago, but there was nothing celebratory about her posture. She looked like someone who had run straight into disaster. “ Tell me you’ve seen it,” Chloe said immediately. Layla stepped aside, letting her in. “I’ve seen it.” Chloe pulled her aside, glancing at the phone screen. “Someone filmed you. It’s everywhere. I swear, if your parents see this—”

After all, she embraced death and emerged unscathed. The two shared a knowing look, with Selene glancing at Chloe, only to notice that her friend was busily responding to a text message. Chloe’s smile was so bright that she could easily blind someone. “High School and Crazy” Selene read out the title of the movie she was just about to audition for. In the description, she was soon introduced to the character of a cheerful and bubbly high school student who never rose against her bullies, until she was almost violated by the father of one of her bullies.

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.

Lucien watched it with his fists clenched. Chloe, tied to a chair in a concrete room. She looked exhausted, terrified. Her face was bruised. But she was alive. A distorted voice spoke over the video. "Chloe Thorne will be released safely under the following conditions. She withdraws from Milan Fashion Week immediately. She makes a public statement discrediting Lucien Cross and Cross Luxury Group. She admits her success was built on lies and manipulation. Follow these instructions within 24 hours or the consequences will be severe."

"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.