Immortal Longings Chloe Gong Novels & Stories

So he can trust her. "I am glad to see you again, dear king." Sicario saluted and bowed. Elijah just nodded at this and continued to watch him. His white hair is long due to old age and his skin is wrinkled. Such creatures are rarely seen in Wysteria, as none of the immortal's age, except for mages who cross the mortal world. "She is no longer alive," Sicario said calmly and seemed to immediately recognize who the woman was now lying on the bed. "I'm not going to fidget anymore, Sicario. Is there any way to bring Elena back to life?" Elijah asked this seriously.

She was an expert in finding all his sensitive parts of his body and that was her favourite. Ezekiel drowned in euphoria. Her little actions were enough to send him to the edge. " I want to feel you deep inside me as I milk you to the last drop." She was an expert in talking dirty and that did nothing to help, it only fanned the flames of desire in him leaving him in her Mercy.

Matching the thrust of my tongue, I flexed against her, slowly and meticulously, letting her savor my aroused condition, allowing her to distinguish my decadent invitation. She grabbed my hair, yanked and pulled me even more closer. I thrusted two fingers inside her combining them with my tongue that was now working on her clit, crooking the fingers and hitting her in the spot that turned her moans into one long, high-pitched orgasm. She shuddered against me, her legs quaking, and when I finally slowed to look up at her, I saw her hair was a wild tumble, and her face was glowing. Chloe's POV

A ghost that smells of rain and roses and sex and sacrifice. And I think, perhaps, that’s the point of a life fully lived. It leaves an echo so potent it can stir the soul of a perfect stranger, reading, urging her to go out and get her hands dirty. To find her own garden. To risk her own thorns. To dare to be someone’s legacy. Thank you for your dangerous, beautiful truth, Imogen. Chloe glanced back down at the diary resting in her lap. After a brief pause, she opened it again, ready for the next story.

Chloe Bennett is standing at the altar in a small Brooklyn church ready to marry a stranger to save her family gallery. She believes the groom is a seventy year old investor. She is wrong. When the veil is lifted it is Alexander Knight. The coldest billionaire in Manhattan. The same man who destroyed her father five years ago and vanished. The contract is simple. One year as his wife. Live in his penthouse. Wear his ring. Pretend to love him in public. In return he clears every debt her family owes. But Alexander does not want a pretend wife. He wants obedience. He wants possession. He wants revenge for a secret Chloe knows nothing about. Chloe despises him and he knows it. That only ma

Shadows clung to her like a crown, and her eyes glowed faintly, inhuman in their stillness. Cerys carried a bowl filled with water black as ink. She set it down carefully and knelt in front of Chloe, tilting her head like a curious child staring at prey. “You should rest, little lamb,” she murmured. “Tomorrow night, under the full moon, your blood will anoint the altar. You will belong to our mother forever.” Chloe’s throat tightened. “Pls, I don’t want to die.”Her voice cracked, but she forced the words out. “Please don't do this.”

Cracks in the Empire “Finally,” Chloe whispered to herself, the gleam in her eyes matching the sparkle of the diamond necklace she had clasped hastily around her throat. She stood before her mirror, lips stretched into a triumphant smile, painting a fresh coat of crimson lipstick across her mouth. Finally, her patience, her endless tears, her humiliation, her forced silence was paying off. The Langfords had turned against the very children they once claimed as heirs. The fortress that had felt untouchable was crumbling from within, and Chloe, ever the opportunist, was ready to dance in its ruins.

asked she, and her voice sounded ethereal, as the voice of those who were with her; no earthly music could imitate it. Finally, I understood what Chloe was doing. I felt tears slip from my eyes as I closed them once more. “‘You, poor little mermaid, have tried with your whole heart to do as we are doing; you have suffered and endured and raised yourself to the spirit-world by your good deeds; and now, by striving for three hundred years in the same way, you may obtain an immortal soul.’”

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.

She hastily asked him. “Yeah, what you're saying does make absolute sense but there's something you need to understand. It's not just the color of your eyes, but your aura and scent. Everything about you seems different. Although it's faint, you have the scent of a shapeshifter, it's almost like your scent is masked. All shapeshifters have a general scent, some stronger than others. A werewolf’s scent is weaker than a Lycan’s scent. You might not understand all that I'm saying now, but you'll get there later. About your eyes, not just anybody could have such color of eyes. Only one type of creature called Dragonas has Orchid purple eyes. And I believe you're a descendant of these creatures.”