Chloe's Mom Miraculous Novels & Stories

The accident was no excuse for this kind of stupidity. Finally, footsteps sounded on the stairs. I turned. Chloe appeared, dressed in simple formal clothes with almost no makeup, just a touch of lip gloss. Her hair was neat but nothing like the glamorous, made-up Chloe I knew. She looked… ordinary. Scared. Awkward. She sat down quietly and said, “Hello.” My mother smiled warmly. “Hello, dear. How are you feeling? The accident must have been so hard on you.” “Fine,” Chloe replied softly, eyes downcast.

Fear gripped Chloe's young heart, and she sought refuge under the bed, tears streaming down her face, longing for her parents' safe return. The next morning, a woman in a formal suit introduced herself as Chloe's aunt, informing her that she would be staying with them from now on. Confused and still holding onto Rowland's leash, Chloe asked the burning question that plagued her young mind. "Where is my mom... and dad?" The woman knelt down, her voice filled with gentle compassion. "They are in a better place, Chloe." Chloe let out a heavy sigh, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and wonder. "I often wonder how life would have unfolded if they hadn't left me so soon or if I had siblings."

She sounded real, as if she meant it, and I wanted to believe her that she wanted me for once, but before I could add all the extras, a voice emerged from the door. Mom stood up and turned to leave as Chloe approached the bed. "Noah, remember what I said," mother remarked, politely nodding as she exited the room. Her desire for a large brood made me wonder whether she had been knocked off in her sleep or if her doppelganger was present. Giving her an opportunity to carry out her plans wouldn't hurt, but was this a show for her husband?Only time will tell. The afternoon sun shined brightly above Chloe and me as we strolled inside the mall. She obviously have the spark today. Her chocolate bar

Chloe stood before the huge mirror. She was wearing a new blue tracksuit and her hair was packed into a ponytail. Beside Chloe, was Crystal showing off her white set of teeth as she stared at Chloe as if she were the only one in the room. The joy of a mother felt up her whole body. Crystal's eyes were filled with warmth and her breath was smooth, she extended her hand and ran her fingers through Chloe's hair. Chloe suddenly flinched and she looked at her mother with dark circles under her eyes.

"Daddy's brain is better now." Alexander smiled. "It's much better." "Will Marcus's brain get better?" Elena and Alexander exchanged glances. "We hope so," Elena said. "We hope so." --- Chloe appeared in the doorway. She was wearing the oversized T-shirt that had been Isabelle's, Bunny tucked under her arm. Her hair was messy, her eyes puffy from crying. "Good morning, sweetheart," Elena said. "Good morning." "Did you sleep okay?" Chloe shrugged. "I had a dream about my mom."

She is genuinely grateful from heart. Melissa only smiled and pulled her inside. "Now let's get inside. I am sure, Miss Clowne will be the happiest seeing you." Both friends went inside and her mother's ward is on the second floor. When Chloe went inside, her mother Margot Clowne was eating. Seeing her daughter she turned excited and almost cried. Chloe immediately hugged her mother. After they parted, Margot excitedly asked about their lives and Chloe silently winked at Melissa for not to tell anything that happened recently.

I found myself asking almost in a shirk. "Finding interest in her? For what reason?? Because she looked beautiful today?" "Hey.....chill man. Why do you wanna eat me up? I don't understand. Are you...." "Whatever" I cut him off and walked into the bathroom for a shower. * * MARAZONA * * Chloe's Pov: I panicked a bit as I stood with mother and the guards in front of the border. "Hera, are you sure about this? Don't you think we should wait for the priestess to assign the guards?" Mother asked with that worried look on her face.

She got in quickly before her aunty could have reacted, the yelping sound of Chloe could be heard as she shrieked out in pains, screaming loudly like the spoilt Barbie doll she was. Her Mother, Catherine rushed to her trying to calm her down. "Ouchh!! It hurts" Chloe yelped. " What have you done to my daughter, you unfortunate child? You think you can succeed in killing her the same way you killed your parent?" Her Aunty raised her voice as she banter in her front. Miranda broke into a sob at the mention of her parents...

“You have someone who knows every security flaw in that building.” A slight pause. “And you have a daughter who thinks her mother is untouchable.” From the back of the loft, a small figure appeared. Chloe. Sleepy. Barefoot. Her yellow hard hat tucked under her arm like something sacred. She blinked at the light, then at us. “Mama home?” she asked softly. I dropped to my knees and opened my arms. She ran into them without hesitation. Warm. Solid. Real. I buried my face in her curls, breathing in soap and sugar and something fierce enough to anchor me.

And, her mum was here. Chloe had of course booked out the entire shop, and was looking disdainfully at the literally 100’s of stunning gowns. Miranda’s mum was standing beside her offering whatever advice you could to someone who had such particular tastes. Chloe’s friend Natasha was also here, enjoying the complimentary bubbly that came with such an occasion. “Morning.” Miranda attempted to be as cheery as possible. Chloe and her mum turned to face her. Chloe was essentially a younger version of her mum. Miranda took after their dad.