Novel & Cerita Chloe X Marinette

"Chloe? That's impossible. Look at her bags and clothes whose brands I've never heard of. Besides, unlike Nicole who comes to the office in a fancy car, Chloe only takes the bus. There is no chance she's the heir of this huge company." "Then it is Nicole, especially since all of her belongings look very luxurious for a trainee." "That's what I'm saying. That's why, from now on, we have to take Nicole's heart. And this secret is enough for us to know so we don't have to compete with the others." As soon as I returned from the restroom, I saw Maria and Leona around Nicole, they were planning a welcome for the new employee in the marketing division. Nicole, who noticed my arrival, turned to me.

How she could amaze me more and more every day I got to know her, was beyond me. She's fascinated me beyond belief. Every day I find out something more about her, and I'm not only marveled, but I'm captivated- mesmerized. I've never contemplated marriage or kids before, but having met Khloe, and realized how much of an amazing woman she is, I'm starting to think that settling down won't be as horrible as I'd once thought.

Chloe is outside with our parents, chatting with Rory as Adam, Rory and Dean’s one-year-old son, plays in the yard. “It does,” he says and flicks his eyes to Dean. “Brace yourself for her disappointment. We’re leaning toward something small without announcing the date to anyone but family.” “Give Rory a fake date then,” Mason quips, sliding a beer over to me. “One months ahead of when you actually want to get married.” Sam lets out a snort of laughter. “That’s not a bad idea. This whole being famous by association is fucking weird,” he admits. Chloe is a bestselling author with a very successful TV show based off of her series and has a huge fanbase. “Anyway, how’s work?”

I just can’t resist the imagination that these two girls had. I just throw a smile at them doesn’t know what to say! “By the way, the name’s Callie” Said by the girl with a shot blonde hair. “And I’m Myrine” Also introduced by the girl with a long black hair. “And I’m--“ I wasn’t able to finish my words as Callie cuts my words. “Khloe Maureen Neufeld” Cuts by Callie “Schubert?” Added by Myrine “Well, maybe in the near future” She reasoned out.

Chloe said firmly, hoping Leonel would stop gazing at her. Chloe wasn't an object in a museum purposely put on display for people to stare at. Chloe was a human being who felt uncomfortable when intensely observed. "No, I can't look away from you. You're too beautiful, Chloe." Hearing Leonel's words made Chloe feel disgusted. There was no joy in hearing those words from him. "You've truly lost your sanity!" Leonel chuckled softly. His gaze still refused to leave Chloe's figure. Wearing a soft pink long-sleeved blouse, trousers, and moderately high-heeled shoes made his ex-wife look perfect.

"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!”

Soft, ambient jazz played from hidden speakers, and the city lights twinkled far below like a bed of scattered diamonds. Chloe, Marcus's girlfriend of two years, swirled a glass of expensive Pinot Noir, her silk robe loosely tied, revealing the smooth, tanned skin of her thighs. She was a vision, with cascading auburn hair and lips painted a deep, sinful red. "You're tense," Marcus murmured, his hands kneading her shoulders from behind. He was all sharp angles and tailored suits, a wolf in the boardroom and, as Chloe knew, in the sheets.