Romans & histoires Chloe X Marinette

And perhaps it was a good thing none of that happened or I wouldn't have come home to see a flushed Chloe touching herself. It had to be the hottest sight I had seen in a long time. Sweet Chloe sprawled on the couch, her sexy black nightie that barely covered her butt is pushed aside while her expanse of creamy skin is exposed. The material, like all the flimsy dresses she seemed to own in abundance, covered her breasts with flowers and had a single spaghetti strap for each shoulder. There had been a flush on her cheeks, her pert mouth parted as her fingers worked the sweet flesh between her thighs.

she chirps, eyes sharp above the smile. I don’t like her. She reminds me of that enormous spider Jackson once kept — same predatory glare. “I’m Chloe,” she says, turning to me, then pouting up at Damion. “Ren’s friend from school and …” She pauses dramatically. “Hopefully … soon this man’s wife.” Holy. Fuck. I glare at Damion with huge, stretched eyes, but his face is blank. Cardboard-box blank. Is he actually going to marry her? Something sharp slices through my chest. I bite my lip hard, blinking back the sudden sting in my eyes.

I was not sure if he knew that I was using him as a buffer and I did not care anyway for him to know. Since Axel had so generously given him to me, I would squeeze out every drop of usefulness I could get out of him before he was no longer mine. “You must be Killian and Asher,” I said when I got to their table. They shot to their feet and then paused when they saw me. “You mentioned that you were the future Luna of Everdeen,” Asher said. He was the more outspoken one, his expressions preventing him from being able to hide his thoughts. “I am,” I said. “Chloe Waterson. My fiance is Axel Everdeen.”

Chloe screeched upon seeing Margret leaving the hospital before her, the supposed wife. Margret snapped out of her daze and feigned innocence, "Are you talking to me?" Chloe's anger intensified, and she was at a loss for words. "You have angered me," she coldly replied, while her three burly henchmen loomed behind her, poised to attack Margret. Chloe folded her arms and regarded Margret with disdain, seeing her as nothing more than a pesky annoyance. "Ruin her face and see how she'll seduce men then," Chloe said with a sinister tone.

There was just one more thing to do. She hit the mall, picking out a sleek massager and a cool pair of bracelets before making her way to Natalie's place. The moment she stepped through the door, Natalie wrapped her in a tight hug. "Chloe, letting you go is so hard. You've been part of Marina City for years, and I've come to love you like my own. It's going to feel so empty without you," Natalie said, her voice thick with emotion as she clung to Chloe's hand.

Noticing that Ruan had also stood up and looked ready to touch her again, Chloe spoke as fast as her heart was beating: “That man’s name is Alexander Muller, and he is Megan’s husband.” She turned to look him in the face. Chloe needed to see Ruan incredulous and disillusioned. She wanted to witness the exact moment he would scream at her and kick her out of his life, as he always did. Chloe felt certain Ruan wouldn't believe her. But that didn't happen. No disbelief or denial marked his face—only a profound disappointment Chloe had never seen before.

"What are you doing this time? I'm warning you, I'm not a fool like Dad. I won't believe women like you. Hurry and get up. I won't be fooled by people playing the victim." Chloe spent more than ten years treating Marina with sincerity and love. But Marina repaid her with insults instead. Chloe opened her mouth to explain. "I'm not pretending. I … don't have the strength. Help me up, please." "You don't have strength? Hah, you looked quite lively when you seduced my dad back then." Marina watched her phone screen turn black. Then, she tossed her phone away and stood up. Crossing her arms, she looked coldly at Chloe. "There are no outsiders here, so why are you pretending?

be interested in me after what happened today? “Chloe, come and have dinner.” I heard Mary’s loud voice from downstairs which distracted me from overthinking any further. “Coming, Mary.” I called out and stood up from my bed to head downstairs. The next day when I reached school with my friends, I could see people staring at me and some even laughing and whispering among themselves. It wasn’t even that bad to think about. These people have nothing interesting enough to gossip I guess. “Ugh! Get over it already.” I yelled loud enough for everyone to hear as I walked inside. “Don’t mind them, Chloe.” Jenny rubbed my arm in a comforting manner and I noticed Tyler White, standing in front of hi

Isn't she done changing her clothes yet? I approached the bathroom door. "Chloe, aren't you done yet? We have to leave, hurry up!" I said as I knocked on the door. But my forehead knit even more when Chloe didn't answer me, so I hastily opened the door, but I didn't even see her shadow. Damn, where the hell did she go? Chloe's POV My eyes almost popped out as the stranger's lips touched mine. It only lasted five seconds, and I pushed him hard away from me. The man looked at me in surprise, as if he couldn't believe what I was doing.