Marinette X Chloe Novels & Stories

It didn't take long. Chloe emerged carrying a luxury shopping bag and hopped back into the car. With a flourish, she pulled out a vibrant red blazer and a dark, intricately patterned floral shirt. Xavier stared at the garments, his lip twitching in a mixture of disbelief and horror. "This... is your taste?" Chloe held them up like a trophy. "Exactly. Isn't it stunning?" Xavier’s sword-like brows knit together. "I beg to differ."

Chloe strode confidently in her stylish silver heels, a perfect match for the dark blush pink robe draped over her black crop top tucked into a pair of high-waisted black Aphrodite trousers. The trouser hugged her perfect curves, adding a touch of elegance to her already stylish outfit. Kayla, her PA, walked behind her with calm strides, keeping Chloe updated on the latest happenings at Girly Lux that occurred overnight. Most of the information would have been leaked by Ollie if she wasn't currently unavailable due to an overdue illness.

Her mouth opened once more, but she thought better of it, turning quickly toward the trailer door. Maris’s assistant shifted uncomfortably, eyes darting between them, but she said nothing. The girl slipped outside, the door clicking shut behind her. She pressed her back to the thin metal wall, her breath shaky. The muffled sound of Maris’s voice bled through—low, poisonous, deliberate. “Let her see how untouchable she really is,” Maris murmured inside, chuckling lightly. Chloe gasped, hand clamping over her mouth. She didn’t fully understand, but something in that tone chilled her blood.

But Marilyn was sitting in a chair across from Chloe with her legs spread open haphazardly. Chloe wasn't able to blink or close her eyes and just watched as Marilyn watched her back. Chloe noticed Marilyn's furry legs, and she had no breasts, and she had an adam's apple, she was not a she but a he. Then Chloe recognized him as the girl or guy from the bar and from the bench outside of work. Chloe struggled to sit up and scooted further back across the room. "Who are you?" Chloe asked, trying to keep her voice from shaking.

I said, smiling, she stood up and walked in my direction. “Now, it’s time to make you look like one!” She said. “I thought I was doing a good job with my hair.” She shook her head. “You look like a fucking gothic princess and that’s not the look we are going for.” “What if I’m trying to chase boys away?” I scoffed. “Since when did Raine Mercer chase boys away?” Chloe teased, positioning herself behind me. She hit the play button on her speaker before she got to work. Halfway through, she walked to the kitchen counter and returned with one of those awful canned margaritas she always purchased when we went shopping.

"What are you doing this time? I'm warning you, I'm not a fool like Dad. I won't believe women like you. Hurry and get up. I won't be fooled by people playing the victim." Chloe spent more than ten years treating Marina with sincerity and love. But Marina repaid her with insults instead. Chloe opened her mouth to explain. "I'm not pretending. I … don't have the strength. Help me up, please." "You don't have strength? Hah, you looked quite lively when you seduced my dad back then." Marina watched her phone screen turn black. Then, she tossed her phone away and stood up. Crossing her arms, she looked coldly at Chloe. "There are no outsiders here, so why are you pretending?

Gosh, my mother is going to kill me when she finds out. I couldn’t go too far as I bumped into something hard and nearly fell on the ground. Someone grabbed me then held me up. I looked up and found myself looking into a pair of piercing grey eyes that belonged to none other than Logan Hill. “Marina? What are you doing here? Why are you running?” he asked. He looked at my distraught face. His eyes narrowed. “Um…well…I’m on a date,” I stammered. “Is that right?” he asked and stared at me intently. “So, where is your date?”

He added. "Wow! I guess our plans fit perfectly well. An auction could help you raise more funds for the good course, don't you think?" Chloe asked, grinning from ear to ear. "Can you elaborate on that?" Blake suggested. Chloe leaned closer and began to narrate her plan. **** Several hours later, Chloe stared at herself in her dressing mirror, enveloped in the crisp scents of autumn cologne. She was wearing a black maxi bodycon gown with a sweetheart neckline and fluffy feathered white long sleeves which are detached from the gown. Her black stiletto heels and her Black crystal-covered purse matched her outfit perfectly.

be interested in me after what happened today? “Chloe, come and have dinner.” I heard Mary’s loud voice from downstairs which distracted me from overthinking any further. “Coming, Mary.” I called out and stood up from my bed to head downstairs. The next day when I reached school with my friends, I could see people staring at me and some even laughing and whispering among themselves. It wasn’t even that bad to think about. These people have nothing interesting enough to gossip I guess. “Ugh! Get over it already.” I yelled loud enough for everyone to hear as I walked inside. “Don’t mind them, Chloe.” Jenny rubbed my arm in a comforting manner and I noticed Tyler White, standing in front of hi

Turning down the polished corridor, a familiar figure blocked my path. Chloe stood dead center in the hallway. Her arms were crossed tight over a neon pink crop top. Dark mascara smudged under her eyes, proving she had shed a few tears over her ruined device. She tapped her white sneaker against the floor tiles, radiating pure fury. “Look, Chloe,” taking a step forward, my hands slipped into my pockets. “About last night—”