Chloe's Mom Miraculous Novels & Stories

Slipping on her shoes, she rushed to the hospital. *** At the hospital, Chloe found her mother with swollen, tear-streaked eyes. The moment her mother saw her, she collapsed into Chloe's arms, sobbing uncontrollably. "Mom, don't cry. What happened to Flora? Trust me, no matter how difficult things get, our family... we'll get through this together..." Chloe's voice caught in her throat as she tried to comfort her mother, forcing back the tears that threatened to fall. She couldn't cry!

I couldn't avoid the fact that Caesar was affecting me. "Nothing, you just hugged me now choking the air out of me lady, what did you expect?" I lied, but the person I was lying to could see right through my exterior. "Yes, I choked the air out of you." She scoffed looking at me way deeply, literally scanning me. "If you don't know it yet, you happen to suck at lying marvelous chloe." Shit, shit, shit. Marvelous chloe? She heard us last night? Oh God no please!

“Does it hurt, princess?” Chloe’s nostrils flared. Her pride was burning. She reached for the wine-colored dress Mira had been admiring and snatched it from the rack. “This?” Chloe said loudly, waving the dress. “She was trying to steal it! Staff! Someone come here now!” Immediately, a young worker rushed over, startled. “Ma’am, what’s going on?” Chloe pointed at Mira. “She was trying to take this dress! She can’t afford it. She’s a poor country girl whose husband left her!”

If I don't make it by then, it'll be too late! The call cut off, leaving only the cold beep in my ear. Then, my perfectly healthy heart twisted sharply, as if someone had grabbed it and wrung it out. Pain rolled through me until I doubled over. I clutched at my chest, and my mind was racing. My mom, Margaret Hale, had always been deeply spiritual. Claire grew up with her and ended up believing in spirits just as firmly. When Claire told me Mom had appeared in her dream, I thought it was just her missing Mom too much.

"Well I know that now… but it didn't seem that way at first. I was just curious about how you got to know him… and his entire family… but if you don't want to talk about him, that's alright too. I just wanted to know, that's all" Chloe folded her arms around herself. "We met years ago at a … Matt… I mean, someone introduced me to him. At first it was just work stuff, but then we grew to really like each other… I met his brothers first, before his father… His mother died a long time ago"

​She pushed past me. ​The silence that hit the room was heavier than the industrial smog outside. My mother stopped dead, staring at Chloe. Chloe, who had spent her whole life being the most powerful person in any room, looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her whole. ​"Good evening," Chloe squeaked. ​My mother looked at Chloe. Then at me. Then at the expensive watch on Chloe’s wrist. ​"Elias," my mother said, her voice dangerously quiet. "Who is this?"

Chloe responded, making the Gryphon's head shoot to look at her; his eyes looked like flames. "Your mother? She is Angelique Burbridge?" "Yes," Chloe said, a look of confusion on her face. "How do you know her mother?" "She was my mate, your father stole her, thinking the mate of a Griffin was worth more than his own. He forced his mark on her." "What?" Chloe asked, her eyes bugging out at his words.

She reminds me so much of my mother, and I can't help but love the woman all the more for it. “Lennox. It's good to see you back to yourself. Do you truly think that show was necessary?” Elaine scolds, and I chuckle when Lennox frowns, looking like a toddler caught with his hand in a cookie jar.

Chloe’s sharp voice cut through the air, and my mom turned to her immediately, her brows creasing together in confusion. "What are you talking about?" my mother asked. Chloe rolled her eyes like she could not believe the question was even being asked. "When I walked in, I saw him staring at Elena’s pictures on his phone," she said bluntly. "So I’m sure he’s regretting everything you all did to her." The color instantly drained from my mother’s face. She opened her mouth like she wanted to say something, then shut it again, lowering her head slowly as if the weight of those words pressed too heavily on her chest.

“Chloe? Are you home?” Chloe stood up quickly, wiping away the remnants of her anxious thoughts as she walked toward the living room doorway. Her mom was standing there, a warm, welcoming smile on her face, despite the weather and the stress of the day. Her mom was always the picture of calm, her graceful demeanor a stark contrast to Chloe’s restless energy. “Hi, Mom,” Chloe greeted her, trying to muster a smile as she stepped aside to let her in. “How was your day?”