Chloe Miraculous Movie Novels & Stories

"Well, no, because you can see his crotch and it's not huge. Still, everyone I've ever met who has seen it in person says it's breathtaking. Plus, there's so much art to see there." "Maybe you should go in my place." I took a bite of my noodles. "Sure. You think I could pull it off? Dutiful assistant to a billionaire?" I chewed my food instead of answering. "Right. I can't. Plus, that guy you're trying to fool probably knows you, so I can't exactly pose as you while pretending to marry your boss." She was right again. Mr. Len had seen me on the video call. "I wonder if it's a good time of year to visit Italy," she mused aloud. Then she laughed. "God, even if it rained, a bad day in Italy is

Inside me there was a mixture of respect, excitement and fear for the immense god of the waters. When I came out of the sea, it felt like I had expelled an immense amount of water, stagnant and rotten, from inside my lungs. It was like breathing again. I grabbed my clothes and walked to the car. I went to my house, a refuge where I projected all my happiness. I took a shower and threw myself on the bed. I dreamed about Manuela. She entered the room and walked slowly to our bed. He climbed on top of me, sitting on my lap. I opened my eyes and saw her smiling. Multicolored butterflies swirled all over her body as sunlight flooded the room. A bright light spread through the room and she silentl

Fifty-Three Nathan "Chloe," I couldn't believe my eyes. Chloe stood in front of my apartment, smiling widely at me. Her soft blue eyes looked the same. A warm deep blue that made me shudder as she watched me approach. "Chloe.. are you... Is that you?" I mumbled, taking shaky, unsure steps toward her. God if this was a dream, then it was cruel. A cruel cruel dream. "What do you think? I'm some kind of ghost? Open the door will ya?" She said snarkily and my heart leaped.

He suddenly looked healthier and more full of life. Chloe was the first one to join in the laughter, her sweet giggles lifting me up and causing me to laugh too. Everyone but mom was soon laughing. She was staring at dad in amazement, emotional but happy tears in her eyes. Seeing her mate laugh again after so long must be a huge weight off of her shoulders. Mick was right. Chloe is a miracle. I just hope he accepts that she may be other people’s miracle too. ~ Boyd POV

Thank you" Yeah. Seeing what I saw three days later made me surprised, to say the least. Claudia wasn't even Camilla's biological mother? Her father had been cheating on her late mother with Claudia before she died. Prick of a man. I thought. And Camilla had a calm and kind personality? That was what the paper I was looking at, said. Her Stepmom really did justice to her personality before me, I must say. Several other things were In the file I held in my hands, but one last thing caught my eyes. She was the Anonymous founder of Claire's foundation for the Orphan?!!

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.

Neil can’t go back on his order however, so he clasps Mia at her torso and holds her out away from him. Chloe grabs the towel and gently starts patting Mia down. Suddenly, Neil starts to feel something wet on my abdomen. With trepidation, he peers down. Mia is peeing on him. “Chloe.” Chloe comes closer, she looks down, she sees. She fucking starts to laugh. Mia, looking up at her, giggles. She clasps her hands together, then sticks them in her smiling mouth. Neil is disgusted. His whole body itches with the feeling of dirty. It’s unbearable, except… when he focuses on the sound of their laughter. And when he sees Chloe smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief and delight, it’s suddenly not as

Thick layers of dried herbs were tucked under fine silk drapes, reflecting a mix of ancient mystery and obsessive cleanliness. "Shirt off," Chloe said, opening her med kit. She reached back and tied her waist-length hair into a quick knot, exposing the elegant line of her neck. "Get on the mat. I need direct skin contact to guide that chaotic energy of yours." Marcello, coming in with a bucket of water, nearly dropped it. He could practically feel his jaw unhinging. Even the most trusted servants in the pack didn't dare touch the hem of Lorenzo's suit. And here was Chloe, giving him orders like he was just some guy off the street.

Until she arrived. The crowd parted near the entrance like a wave. Chloe Harrington swept in wearing a striking red gown that clung to her model-like body, her long platinum blonde hair cascading dramatically over one shoulder and her heavy perfume trailed her. Her cold light blue eyes scanned the room until they were locked on me. My stomach dropped. Darius was tensed beside me, his arm tightening protectively. “Priscilla Marlow,” Chloe purred loudly enough for nearby guests to turn, a fake smile plastered on her face. “Or should I still call you Mrs. Cross? How quaint to see you playing dress-up in Seattle.”

I can't wait for us to get Rene to safety and for the night to pass, I want to know where this will take us. Chloe looks into the rearview mirror again to look at her eyes. She thinks it's beautiful, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. It makes her look like a mythical creature. The way I'm looking at her is like a human seeing a supernatural being for the first time.