Chloe X Marinette Novels & Stories

Mark shouted, Earning a jabbed in his chest from Aunt Shirley. “God! I am fucking shaking” Damien says shakily. “It’s okay” I touch his hands. “Okay...here we go, Chloe,” I looked into his eyes. My throat is clogged up and I swallow it rapidly. I can't….cry! “You were only eighteen when I first met you. You are so young, pure and the most beautiful woman in my whole life. And... fast forward to five years, you are my soulmate, my future mother of children and my one and only love. I can't imagine my life without you baby. And I can't thank you enough for loving me...Chloe. Sometimes, I feel that I don't deserve your love but God gave me you, my beautiful soulmate to cherish and love and I'l

the beautiful widow teased. Adrianna grinned irritably. "Oh, impossible! That's impossible! Do you know? You, huh? You're just a friend I'm venting to, and instead of comforting me, you're teasing me all this time." Chloe continued to laugh, her happiness from the previous day keeping her in high spirits until now. Adrianna, her friend, could even see it. "You seem happy. Why? Did something progress with Darren?" Adrianna asked, unaware of Chloe and Darren's journey yesterday. Chloe hadn't shared the details yet; she hadn't even posted a single picture of herself with Darren on her social media because she didn't want to flaunt their closeness. It wasn't without reason; she still didn't know

"The prince has found that one here, the one whom his heart yearns for and longs for, immediately he stepped into the arena her scent kept on drawing him closer and closer to her and for that the prince which to announce that his Erasthai is Chloe! The supposed unmarked mate of prince Liam." "Woah!!! what?" The whole crowd said out as pairs of eyes turned in Chloe's direction forcing her legs to become very weak, her hands shaked uncontrollably and for a moment, she felt like she would pee in her pants, she just wanted the earth to swallow her up and never vomit out. From the moments of stares to the moments of drop dead silence, everyone seemed glued to the chairs and wouldn't make a single

Nyx found Xavian alone in the infinity pool. He was swimming like he owned it, which he definitely didn’t, but that had never stopped him from acting like he did. She watched him for exactly long enough for him to notice which was the entire point. The noticing was the seduction. She was wearing the white bikini that Margot had ordered from a designer who probably didn’t have a name because it was that exclusive. The kind of swimsuit that cost more than a car and looked like it cost nothing at all.

“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!”

Marcus murmured, completely captivated by the glowing progress bar on his screen. Chloe stared into the blinding blue light, a profound, crushing sorrow settling heavily over her soul. She thought about Elena and Arthur, praying they had managed to escape the catacombs. She thought about her mother, safe in a distant medical facility. And she thought about Julian. She visualized his dark, obsidian eyes. She remembered the massive, comforting weight of his body shielding her from the falling skyscraper. She remembered the way he had gently tucked her hair behind her ear before marching into a warzone. The devil had loved her from the shadows, and she was never going to see him again.

"Oh, I knew I smelled strawberry and privilege up here!" Chloe rounded the corner of the ferns. She had changed out of her ruined, pink-stained Chanel blouse and was now wearing an equally offensive, outrageously expensive champagne-colored silk halter top and matching wide-leg trousers. She looked immaculate, holding a crystal glass of white wine in her hand. But the moment her eyes landed on us—specifically on Dani hovering over me on a picnic blanket—her bright, fake smile faltered. Her eyes narrowed into sharp, icy slits.

It was as clear as crystal and I knew I'd get another mate sooner or later but all my childhood expectations just went down the drain. I never thought I'd end up getting tangled with something like this. How could stormy grey eyes of all people be my fated mate? "Cheer up, Chloe, you'll meet your prince charming soon and he'll completely sweep you off your feet." Figures. But he wasn't going to be my fated mate. "Have you..." I trailed off to gather my wits, "Have you seen him since the run?" "Who?" She asked me, her eyes narrowing in that typical Amelia way, "Tyler? No, I've not. He went home immediately after the run and he's still not back."

Something about seeing Chloe standing in this space, her packed dreadlocks and her rings and her thin frame against all this marble and glass, made the reality of everything feel suddenly very sharp. Chloe turned. She looked neater today than she had at the church. Her locs were pulled back and up, and she had on a clean dark jacket. But she was still thin. Too thin. The kind of thin that did not happen in a few months. "That tall older guy let me in," Chloe said simply. Natasha blinked. "Xavier?" "Is that his name?" Chloe said, like it was a mildly interesting piece of information. "Do you know him?" Natasha asked.

Real. After a few minutes, the door creaked open again. I looked up. And forgot how to breathe. Chloe stood there, the lavender fabric floating around her like it had been made just for her. Her curls framed her face, and her cheeks were flushed with something close to embarrassment. “I, um... I can’t reach the zipper,” she whispered, turning slightly to show me the half-zipped back. A small gasp escaped from my lips. Her body was hard to resist. Super smooth and beautiful. "Can you help me zip it up?"