Lucifer And Chloe Daughter Novels & Stories

Now, only liquor could dull his pain. Chloe watched it all, her jealousy simmering just beneath the surface. Through secret channels, she sent word to her father, the Alpha of the Bloodfang pack, weaving a story of how I had seduced Damian and how he had neglected her, the Luna. Furious, her father dispatched an envoy who stormed into the Blackrock pack's council chamber. In front of every elder, he demanded to know if Damian still remembered the alliance between their packs. He warned that if Chloe wasn't treated with proper respect, the alliance would collapse.

My eyes followed diligently as his thick fingers stroked his trimmed beard and he kept me roasting in the torrid silence for some seconds before speaking. "Pour daddy a drink, my liloco." The depth of his voice nearly had me trembling. Liloco. His blooming rose. The blossoming rose he could so ruthlessly cut at the stem and watch wither away if he pleased. My gut feeling told me Lucifer was not very pleased with me, but then again, he always makes me this angsty. I quickly poured him his preferred whiskey and presented him with the glass while being victorious in avoiding his searing gaze. I could feel those satanic eyes all over my skin, setting me ablaze as I returned to my initial positio

Hera Lucifer lunged towards me, his eyes red and black seeping down his eyes like cobwebs. Looking at my beloved daughter one more time, I covered myself with my arm, blinking twice to end the apparition. I fell from the table I stood on, my loving mate, Michael, catching me in his arms.

Finally, he pushes past me and taps his wrist against the card reader. “Thanks,” I mumble. We walk inside. He sticks a hand towards me. “Archer.” “Chloe,” I say slowly. I ignore his hand. “Chloe,” he repeats. He pulls his hand back and clears his throat. “That name sounds familiar.” I freeze. I close my eyes and breathe slowly. Here we go again. “Yeah,” I say. “My brother Wyatt goes here. I’m Isaac Jones’s stepdaughter.” Archer raises an eyebrow. The rest of his face is set in a hardline. “Oh so I’ve just let the most infamous transfer into my gym?”

What else does he want her to agree to? “If you want that life, then leave, don’t ignore it and pretend you don’t want kids and everything Anais.” “No, I will agree if I feel like I want it, that I will tell you, but I won’t leave. You can’t have kids Lucifer, it doesn’t make it impossible.” Lucifer laughs slightly. “Anais, I can have kids. I shouldn’t have kids. Come on, what sort of life would that child have, Anais? I said I have changed, yes, but there are still parts of me in there that no child should ever see.”

“When will you realize that she doesn’t give a fuck about you?” I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. I was just stunned. “Halle, I love you. I used to love Chloe too. But you’ll be foolish if you don’t allow Lucien and the witch to unlink your life and link hers with your father’s life.” “But I don’t want her to die….” I finally responded. “You think Wilder will let Chloe die when he finds out about what has happened? He’ll do whatever it takes to protect his precious daughter.”

Chloe Quinn – daughter of New York's multi billionaire and, if rumors were to be believed, Lucas Anderson one-and-only, even if he refused to put a ring on it yet. Her expression morphed from surprise to thunderous anger as she zeroed in on me in my vibrant dress, sitting across from her man on this obviously romantic terrace tableau. Oh no. No, no, no, this could not be happening. Not now, not like this when I'd finally worked up the courage – "Just what the hell is going on here?" Chloe snapped furiously. I opened and closed my mouth uselessly, panic seizing my vocal chords. Lucas looked equally shell-shocked, frozen beside me as Chloe advanced with leonine grace and a terrifyingly placid

"I am sorry that I have been utterly stubborn since the day you met me. But she is my daughter. My only flesh and blood. If I give up on her, there will be no one left in her corner." "What are you saying, Luciana?" A crack echoed into the world and I felt the magic wash over me, wash over us. A dome of green spread from Katherine, evaporating even the corpses surrounding her. It inched closer to us and it took everything inside of me to look away from my first born. "Take Mikaela, take Caspian, take the children, and run." I could barely hold myself together as each word left my mouth. It dawned on Julian what I wanted to do. Where I had to go.

"Where have you been?" Sweet is my best friend and she is also the secretary of Lucifer himself, and she refuses to tell us how he looks until he reveals himself to us. All we know is that he is not an old man, that is overweight and has a lot of cats. Nope, he was fairly young, in the late twenties and Sweet confirmed he turned twenty-seven this year but no one knew when. Sweet gave us bits of information but most of the time she was selfish. "Relax, Sweety. He isn't here yet." I said calmly and continued what I was busy with.

He made me back the white stand and he folded his arms. "You have offered that pussy to Lucas a lot more times. Why are you preventing me from-" "Because-" I stopped talking. I don't even have any reason. "You want me to accept that little girl as my daughter right? Then prove to me that you can do anything to save her. Get naked and spread those legs for me." She shook her head and I leaned against her. "I am saying the truth. Chloe is your daughter.". "Then let me do it." I sighed. I have missed him too. To be very honest.