Descendants Chloe Charming Novels & Stories

Lysander hissed right beside him, his knuckles turning white around his club. My head snapped up, my instincts flaring instantly at the hostile tone in my sons' voices. I tracked their furious gazes back toward the clubhouse patio. My breath hitched. A young woman, breathtakingly polished and carrying an air of absolute entitlement, was striding purposefully toward Caleb. It was Horton’s daughter, Chloe... a notorious ice queen who looked at every man in the county like they were beneath her shoe leather. Yet, here she was, closing the distance between them with a rare, eager purpose.

I sat beside her watching as Chloe grabbed 3 bowls from the cupboard and a cereal box from another. "Besides your only saying that because you have a huge crush on Damon," Chloe revealed, pouring equal parts of cereal into each cup. "I do not," Cleo denied, looking offended. "He is extremely rude and far too old for me," she said calmly, her eyes staring into oblivion. "He's 17 and you said he was extremely brilliant and brave for joining a pack at such a young age," Chloe said, mocking her sisters British accent. She even began walking like her, daintily opening the fridge and taking out a box of milk.

He sq‌ueezed‍ tightly, drawing m⁠e to his side. "I‍ br​ought‍ my wife to meet you," Lorenz⁠o‌ contin⁠u⁠ed, looking at me with eyes so full o​f love it took‍ my bre​ath away. "Her n‍ame is Chloe. S‌he is smarter than your‌ en‌t⁠ire board o​f direc​tors, br‍a‍ver than y​our best soldiers, an‌d she is the one who saved the M​o⁠rett⁠i name from the rot you le​ft inside it." I‌ stepped​ forward and gently laid​ t⁠he bouquet of​ white li​lies⁠ at​ the b​ase of the bronze doors.

A perfect facsimile, eyes vacant but features precise. The envoy lifted the tablet, its glow casting me against Elias’s chest. “Look at her,” she coaxed. “Untouched. Unbroken. A Chloe who will never run from you. One you don’t have to fear losing.” Elias didn’t even blink at the double. His voice came low and feral. “She’s not Chloe.” The envoy’s smile widened, pleased. “But she could be. She’s the version who won’t bleed on your floors. Who won’t wake screaming. Who won’t cost you every ounce of control you pretend to have.”

the guy next to her said. With that, she removed her hands from my neck and clothes before returning to her seat, murmuring. Because the show was now over, the other students did the same. Before sitting in my chair, I adjusted my shirt and rested my hand on my chin. As I stared at her, I laughed. “Chloe, Chloe, Chloe. What a lovely name for someone who will make my stay worthwhile. As long as I’m here, I’m going to make her miserable. This will be fun.”

She did her best to ignore Dean, who still had not left her chair. “Oh, he’s here with me.” He pointed to her neck, one brow cocked. “Nice piece of jewelry. Don’t think I’ve seen you wear it before.” She ran a finger over her choker, remembering the moment Damien had clasped it around her neck. “It was given to me this weekend.” She stood straighter, dropping her arm as she took a deep breath. “Now, why are the two of you here?”

Chloe agreed, her face resuming the fierce look it had earlier. Chloe is a dark chocolate-skinned girl with a nose pointing towards heaven. Her eyes, which she was blessed with, are tiny with deep blue orbs that always glittered in the light. She had dark curls that stopped above her bosom and beautiful straight legs that drew men's attention to her. She had taken after her mother in looks, but in color, she was the exact copy of her grandmother. Her IQ wasn't too great, so she always had to depend on her little sister to understand things.

he concise. “Just what the hell are you?” her distorted voice is filled with anger as she shouts. “Not what, who! For I am Chief Taruziva Chikanda and this is the last name you shall learn and be grateful, for you are the only one who has survived this long after hearing my name!” “So, you are a descendant of the man responsible for my death back then? I shall repay you with the same kindness that your ancestor showed me!” “Try you worst, demon!”

Deuce chuckled slightly. "Is this about your childhood doll, Anna, or the way he looks at you?" Chloe shot a dead glare towards him, and Deuce raised his hands in surrender. "Fine, I'll tell him to show you affection." He smirked Chloe stood up from the lying position on the couch "Say that again, and the rule of not killing one's blood will be broken." Deuce slowly looks away from her. Chloe is kind and sweet, but deadly traits live in her. The traits live in both of them and no doubt they inherit it from their late mom.

“She… she's not like that.” “Oh, yeah?” Ildara snorted. She began to unpack the contents of the suitcase; the rest contained only clothes and several necklaces with black stones. “Listen, Venus.” Ildara emphasized when saying the name of Venus. “I'm telling you a legendary true story in Dasina. Amerta is Bizura; his grandfather Giris Druiksa is Bizura; Langit is also Bizura. Then one day, somehow they, Amerta and Langit, were involved in one-night-stand love. And you were born—someone that everyone just knew—Venus the princess of Bizura. The only pure Bizura descendant; not just crossbreed. Then—”