Lucifer X Chloe Novels & Stories

“We didn’t mean for any of this to happen. The situation with my family is so incredibly complicated right now, and we had to hide things to protect–” “To protect who, Lucia? Yourselves?” Chloe shouts, her voice slowly rising into a shrill, wounded register that echoes off the high brick walls of the gymnasium. She shoves my hands away before I can even touch her sleeve. “You sat on the phone with me for an hour two nights ago, letting me play the absolute fool. You let me cry about how he didn’t want me, all while you were sneaking around behind my back. You are a disgusting, selfish liar.” “Chloe, I think you need to calm down,” Eli interrupts, stepping up beside me.

Every feral wolf in the manor had been unleashed. "Chloe!" Liam stared at her in disbelief. "Are you insane? You'll get us all killed!" "Kill you?" Chloe laughed, a high, manic sound. "So what? With this artifact, the Black Claw Syndicate will make me a queen. They'll give me wealth and power you couldn't even dream of, Liam!" As she spoke, she backed toward a hidden door in the corner, from which the faint whine of another small aircraft could be heard. "Did you really think I loved you, Liam?" Her voice dripped with venom. "You're a fool with nothing to offer but an empty title. An Alpha in name only."

I didn't care that my bikini was transparent and my cunt and boobs were exposed. "Charlotte...?" She called out happily as I came few metres awg from her. She ran and threw herself at me. We almost fell in the sand as we embraced in a tight hug. "Chloe my love, you decided to run away from me?" "No didn't but why are you walking around with a dangerous guy. I fear for you life, Charlotte," she said as she glanced at Clemont who was busy admiring the waves. "What are you talking about? You mean my guy is dangerous or what exactly do you mean my dear?" I gasped. Clemont who was yards away, started walking towards us. Chloe almost br oke into a run but I tightly held her hand.

But as much as I wanted to screamm, to argue with her, there was something in her eyes—something haunted, something broken—that stopped me. “How did you end up here?” I asked, my voice softer now. Chloe hesitated, her gaze flickering away from mine. "After the fires, I wandered. For weeks. I thought about ending it, more than once. But then I found Luther." The name sent a chill down my spine. "... Luther? Luther's Scorchers?" Chloe nodded, her expression unreadable. "At first, I didn’t know who he was. He seemed like just another survivor, like me. He had a group—people who followed him, believed in him. He took me in."

Chloe asked as she stepped into the room, spotting Lucy sitting by the bed, looking at something. "Oh, I've been here for a little while," Lucy replied, her expression somewhat unnatural as she hastily hid whatever she was holding under the pillow. Chloe noticed her movements but didn't pay them much mind. She was too preoccupied with the thought of leaving Lucy behind. "Lucy, I'm leaving... I'll never forget you as long as I live," Chloe said, her eyes reddening as she threw her arms around Lucy in a tight embrace. "Go, get well, and come back anytime you miss me," Lucy said, patting Chloe's back, her own eyes glistening with unshed tears.

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?”

"They just want the bloodline ended. But Julian? Julian wants a piece of you to keep the magic alive. If I give you to them now, I become the only Luna of the North." "He’ll kill you too," I wheezed, my hand reaching for a heavy cast-iron skillet on the counter. "He doesn't love anyone." "He loves power," Chloe replied. "And I’m the one who gives it to him." She started to pull me toward the back exit, where a black-clad Hunter was waiting. I had to act, or failure was certain. I didn't think. I swung my elbow back into her ribs. She gasped, her grip loosening for a fraction of a second. I grabbed the skillet and swung with everything I had.

His skin glistened, wet and shiny underneath the dark sky. Lucien swallowed thickly and stepped forward and the throbbing in his arm came again. He shot out his first leg into the water and he expected it to be very cold due to the kind of breeze thaf was blowing but instead, it was so warm that he didn’t know when he dipped his second leg inside. “You know, I should feel the urge to kill you each time I see you.” Xavier said, breaking the silence. “Especially now.” Lucien almost slipped as he was still at the entrance, but he placed his legs on two pebbles so he was steadied. But his heart wasn’t.

Finally, he cranked the ignition and headed down to the house, dreading the confrontation with Marliss and Lou. They sure didn't disappoint him. As early as it was, they both sat in the kitchen, drinking coffee, when he walked in from the garage. "You want to tell us why someone driving by Heart Starter last night saw Lexie Choate sitting on the landing in nothing but a towel and crying her eyes out?" Marliss attacked him with a fierce frown on her face. Killian held up both hands. "The truth? No, I don't want to. But rest assured that's the last time anyone will see that. I'm about to try and make it right."

“Oh bloody hell, it’s all just a game, mate. Zoe also disliked me the first time we met. Sometimes she’d kiss me, and sometimes she’d tell me to wank off. It’s all part of the chase. You probably don’t remember that feeling because females fall at your feet─which I should warn you; do not share that tidbit with Lana. Women hate it when you bring up old conquests. Zoe almost cut off my bollocks when she heard that Nevaeh and I shared a moment years before Zoe and I met. I had to do a lot of groveling. It wasn’t pleasant.” Once again, I find myself amused by our easy banter. I’m about to reply, but the door opens at that moment and in walks Azazel’s mate, Zoe. Her dark brow arches with shock a