Glitter Force Chloe Novels & Stories

"PITY will be more accurate. I mean, do you not smell the stench of desperation that follows you every step you take?" Chloe's broad smile waned, the excitement dying in her eyes as her slightly quaking lips struggled to keep the fake smile on. "You know, Juniper. It's about time you stop," she said. "Can't you see all your feeble attempts to bring me down never pan out? Stop trying. Just admit defeat already. No matter what you do, I'll always be a step ahead of you." She halted, waving a dismissive hand. "You know, I have to be on my best behavior. I can't be bothered with a loser like you on a special day like this. So. . . If you don't mind, I'd head back to making myself USEFUL. Au revo

Noah stammered, his scent souring with fear. “I invited her,” Chloe interrupted. Her crimson lipstick looked like fresh blood, and she had wrapped a matching silk ribbon into a perfect bow over the silver-blade scar on her wrist. At nearly six feet tall, she looked every bit the high-born Kinton heir. “Chloe, leave her out of our pack politics,” Noah hissed, trying to grab my hand. “Is this the Ryder Global mess hall, Noah? The meat looks exquisite,” I said, stepping back so his fingers missed my skin.

he said with a grimace. Damn it, how could this happen? That night, when I rejected her, I saw her eyes, her face; she seemed so tender, even incapable of leaving that little cabin on her own. But now she was strong and determined to break our bond. However, in the midst of my thoughts, Willy sent for the sorcerer, who had an anxious expression on his face. "My king, if you will allow me, Miss Chloe has more power than we imagine. However, her power will remain locked away until her true mate marks her...“

I had the impression that she was not running. Then the wind shifted. The light caught Pearl's golden curls as she froze in mid-spin." Luis turned his head sharply. The sharp aroma of perfume, cloying and familiar also hit me. "Inside. Now." I ordered. Without delay, they followed instructions, but the figure stumbled from behind the hedge.” Chloe. In her customary white attire, she resembles a sinister fairy-tale queen. Despite the torn hem on her dress, she maintained an ideal posture. Her eyes were feral.

Chloe asked and soon, she was aware of Gilly's presence, behind her, looking at the magazine too. "The greatest one yet. The hardest and the most iconic." "Prize?" She asked as well as receiving a glare from Gilly. "A seven hundred thousand dollars." Chloe let out a shaky breath, resolute to get involved but unaware of the dangers ahead. As Chloe snapped out of her thoughts, she looked around the temple and yelled. "The night may pass away and the flowers may be withered. But I tell you, Maya, that I will make sure I see the end of you when you least expect it." She ended it with a growl and her face transformed.

Using force would probably have the opposite effect, rendering the whole thing pointless. Chloe felt disappointed. "So what do we do?" "Just do as I do." "Provoke him?" "Exactly." Chloe was skeptical of this method, but with no better alternative in mind, she decided to go along. Retrieving her phone, she pulled up the camera and aimed it to capture both herself and Joseph. She snapped a photo of them, both smiling sweetly. The picture was perfect. Joseph’s features were impeccable, and he appeared even more endearing beside Chloe. His usually stern aura softened, enhancing his allure. Chloe made minor touch-ups to her own image but left Joseph's flawless features as they were.

Standing in that spotlight, she was SoftVoice (Jewelry Brand)—heart and soul, flesh and blood. In that moment, she outshone every gem on that stage. In the crowd, Chloe White's knuckles whitened around her champagne flute, the crystal cold against her skin. Bitterness curdled in her throat, sour and sharp. "Hmph. The higher they climb, the harder they'll fall! All this hype means nothing!" she snapped, raising her voice just enough to carry. She spoke to Winnie Carter beside her, but her glare sliced toward me like a knife.

"I’m talking about how you made my friends remove me from the Gilder Group. You and I both know I created that group. You had no right to make them kick me out!" "Oh," Chloe said, her tone flat and unapologetic. She turned to glance at me. "Well, you got involved with a certain cursed human." She stared at me before continuing. "I stated very clearly that anyone who associates with her will be cast out. You got exactly what was coming to you." Chase trembled with fury, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white. Then, all of a sudden, his eyes turned a glowing brown. "I’ll kill you!" he roared.

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."

I shouted, dodging the advance of a third soldier. “Don’t get distracted, outcast!” Chloe’s shrill voice echoed from behind the purple smoke. She had emerged from the shadows of the medical corridor, her hands marked with that dark rune from the Dead Lands, her eyes burning with a mad envy as she looked at my royal attire. Chloe carried no swords; instead, she held a black crystal vial containing mystical poison, which she intended to hurl directly at my face.