Chloe Uncharted Lost Legacy Mga Nobela at Kwento

I looked down. His eyes were glowing silver again. A voice whispered through the trees. “Bring the lock.” Kael drew his sword. “Show yourself!” Something moved between the trees. A shadow. Then another. Warriors raised their weapons. “Protect the Luna!” The shadows stopped. A figure stepped into the moonlight. My heart stopped. It was Chloe. Her clothes were covered in blood. She was holding something. A small silver pendant. The same pendant I had seen in the old Alpha chambers.

How had they gotten inside? ​"Looking for this?" ​I spun around, my hand flying to the small blade I had hidden in the folds of my gown. ​Chloe stood in the doorway. She wasn't wearing her bridesmaid-style gala dress anymore. She was in dark, utilitarian gear, a suppressed pistol held loosely at her side. Her face, the face of the girl who had been my best friend since we were kids, was as cold as a winter morning in Brooklyn. ​"Chloe," I whispered, the betrayal hitting me like a physical blow. "What have you done?"

"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.

She walked into Roverthhood not as prey, not as outcast— but as the daughter of Robin Sterling, the forgotten heir. And in her silence, vengeance took root. ---

"Elara wrote it like that. She feared power more than she ever thought in it. So she wrote her legacy into your cells and ensured nobody could activate it. except you." I dropped the receiver. My legs held. Kind of. Bellion gazed at us. "We need to leave here. Now." Chloe was still alive—just barely. Her eyes were dilated. Her body twitching in rhythmic spasms that seemed. structured. Programmed. I dropped to her side, ignoring the danger. “Chloe.” Her lips moved. Blood trickled down her chin. “S-s-something. wrong. it’s rewriting.” Her voice broke.

He had only agreed to let Chloe live because of a bargain. Years ago, Chloe had saved a young Lycan boy from one of her father's lethal traps. To spare the boy's life, she had agreed to sign away her inheritance and vanish into the mountains, never to show her face again. She was a woman of her word. She didn't care about the Vance fortune. But there was one thing she wouldn't leave behind. "My mother's journals and her ring," Chloe thought, her hand tightening into a fist. "I'm not leaving without what belongs to her."

I blink, afraid if I look away she’ll disappear somehow, that maybe I’m just imaging all this. She’s drenched from the rain, dark red hair hanging around her face, somehow highlighting her intense green eyes. Dressed in hiking boots, black leggings, and a white t-shirt with the words Shadowfall along the collar, my eyes go right to her breasts on their own accord and—fuck—I can see the faint outline of her nipples through the wet fabric. I’ve wondered what Chloe looks like naked multiple times over the years. I’ve caught glimpses of her here and there, most happening innocently enough. But seeing her—all of her—has been the subject of my dreams more times than once.

she roared. Katie Clyde's eyes widened in shock, she rampaged her purse for her phone, and she realised she have forgotten it at home. "I forgot it in my apartment, hold on," she told Chloe and ran into the apartment. Pascal watched silently, "hey, who are you?" Chloe asked, she didn't see Pascal earlier. "Pascal" he responded, Chloe looked at him curiously "I have not seen a handsome guy like you for a long time, have my number," Chloe said.

"My tongue will never admit to the mountain plot, Tyler... If my mouth refuses to admit to the action, then what specific move can your asset execute against my station? Are your hands just going to go right ahead and falsely incriminate my name to the alpha?" Thick tears begin to well up inside Chloe’s bitter eyes. "Did your memory completely drop the file that your frame once attended a grand celebration banquet that the Goldstein circle hosted? Ethan logs that specific memory perfectly inside his data files. His claws wouldn't have deployed my asset to your desk if his mind wasn't entirely certain of the link!" Tyler had utterly lost every single shred of hope in her character. Chloe’s di

“I thought those were just nightmares.” “They were your memories that were suppressed due to the trauma,” Victor corrected gently. Silence stretched between them. For the first time ever, his past was starting to make sense. It was not just a blank slate. But….. “Why now? I have spent years being unaware of my identity. Why are you telling me this now?” “Because the enemies responsible for the tragedy of the Cross estate have resurfaced.” Victor said gravely. “The Cross elders recently tracked movements of the organization responsible for the attack on Cross estate.”