Immortal Longings Chloe Gong Novels & Stories

Remus said, interrupting my discussion with Cronnos. “Doubts about what?” I asked. I had no idea what he was talking about, thanks to the old fleabag. “That Lady Chloe could actually be a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess. I mean, what you described was surreal,” said Remus. “It's surreal. I wouldn't have believed it either, but then Cronnos showed me his memories of everything. She looked magnificent,” I said, my voice full of admiration. My partner was amazing, and I almost lost her because of my stubbornness.

This is getting more interesting" Lord Adonis grinned. It piqued Lord Adonis interest that the magician in front of him was going all the way. The Chong poison balanced itself in Venom's blood stream. All Venom had to do was to find an opportunity to touch Jade, then Jade was as good as dead. Time was of important essence to him, though the Chong poison was fully settled and balanced in his blood stream, he knew it wasn't going to take much time before his body starts kicking against it. He wasn't going to waste it for the onlookers amusement. He has a mission he must fulfill so he made to attack Jade.

"I might be your—" "Stop. You're mine, Elijah. That's the sole reason why I made you immortal. Because I don't want you to die and I don't want to live a miserable life. How dare you throw all those away just because you change! I never change! I am still into you!" Agape is already hurt. Her voice raised into a couple of octaves.

“Infections, wounds—things that could be treated if you just gave Dr. Shaw the supplies she needs.” Chloe’s eyes flashed with anger. “And what happens when the Scorchers break through those gates?! What happens when we run out of ammo, when the walls fall?!!! I’m thinking long-term, Maya. I’m thinking about survival.” I shook my head, tears stinging my eyes. “Survival at what cost, Chloe? What’s the point of surviving if you lose your humanity in the process?” For a long moment, Chloe didn’t say anything. She just stared at me, her face a mask of conflicting emotions. And then, finally, she turned away, her voice barely a whisper.

His queen pea pod as he groans in the moment of passion. This fucking old man in his mid-50s does really have exuberant stamina. But is still left to fuck her with his rod only after that it would be calm. His cock had to go through a long stretch period, guess it would be worth as his wait would be over. That poor yet firm 8 inch dick would finally be belong to right place seeking warmth.

Lucille’s pov The basement was dimly lit. Then, Chloe stepped forward, draped in a ceremonial red robe and clutching a flickering candle. Beside her, the other disciples stood like shadows in their black robes, finally pulling back their hoods to reveal themselves. “Miss Marcella Solis,” Chloe began, her voice commanding and resonant. “I, Chloe Hammer, welcome you to the Bonners Club. You have demonstrated the kind of potential that sets you apart from the rest. Therefore, I present this candle to you as a formal gesture of our offer."

"Sign it, Chloe. This is marriage contract has placed for a year. After one year, if you still can't find your way to Alexander's life, you are free to go." Chloe finds herself amid chaos. In front of her is an open sky, she needs to jump from the high and behind her, awaiting the hungry alligator, waiting to grab her in time. Both ways screams of death to her. Yet, she has to choose. Either way, she would die. But, if she jumps from the high, the death would come unannounced and suddenly. Determining herself, she picked up the pen and signed her name on the paper. She did not only sign her name but it was an approval of her death.

“but nobody cares. You can watch me and Kim run. Kim is also an Omega.” “Great! I’d love that.” I grinned, grateful that she didn’t judge me like the Dark Stone pack members. Chloe wore her sweatpants and sweatshirt before we left to catch up with Kim, a gothic-looking female with short black hair and dark eyes. The wings of her eyeliner were long and scary; her black eyeshadow and black lipsticks made her eyes and lips pop grisly. “Hey, who’s the chick?” Her voice was very deep and more frightening than her looks.

She whispered at me when they could easily hear us. We saw a man walking to the gate in a gray shirt and black pants that came with a warm smile. He was white as paper with bloody red lips, I saw him simply lick it and went glisten. Peter Eir Once, the leader of the clan. He looked in his thirties but his hundreds of years old. The woods around here was making the atmosphere more dangerous, everywhere was dark and closed with huge trees. “Hi, Mr. Eir Once. I am Hella Winx and this is my friend Zilla Wicca.” Her signature flirty voice seemed out of place.

Chloe felt disappointed and deliberately pushed the door open to grab the bottle. "Thank you," she said, looking up at Joseph, who was now only a foot away. Her soaked hair flowed down her shoulders, and her skin glistened with a subtle sheen. Her makeup-free face appeared pristine and innocent, akin to a white lily. Her eyes sparkled like polished jewels. As Joseph lowered his gaze, Chloe accidentally dropped the towel. At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and Joseph's pupils dilated as he felt a rush of warmth surge through his body.