Marinette X Chloe Novels & Stories

"Oh, I knew I smelled strawberry and privilege up here!" Chloe rounded the corner of the ferns. She had changed out of her ruined, pink-stained Chanel blouse and was now wearing an equally offensive, outrageously expensive champagne-colored silk halter top and matching wide-leg trousers. She looked immaculate, holding a crystal glass of white wine in her hand. But the moment her eyes landed on us—specifically on Dani hovering over me on a picnic blanket—her bright, fake smile faltered. Her eyes narrowed into sharp, icy slits.

Until she arrived. The crowd parted near the entrance like a wave. Chloe Harrington swept in wearing a striking red gown that clung to her model-like body, her long platinum blonde hair cascading dramatically over one shoulder and her heavy perfume trailed her. Her cold light blue eyes scanned the room until they were locked on me. My stomach dropped. Darius was tensed beside me, his arm tightening protectively. “Priscilla Marlow,” Chloe purred loudly enough for nearby guests to turn, a fake smile plastered on her face. “Or should I still call you Mrs. Cross? How quaint to see you playing dress-up in Seattle.”

It will hurt you terribly when you get to know that you can’t have them. “They say his mate has already died,” the Xander hater said. “No, some say she has run away, Chloe,” Chloe is the auburn hair girl’s name. “I don’t want to listen to anything,” Chloe said, “I wish I could be his mate,” “Don’t dream too much,” she said.

Something about seeing Chloe standing in this space, her packed dreadlocks and her rings and her thin frame against all this marble and glass, made the reality of everything feel suddenly very sharp. Chloe turned. She looked neater today than she had at the church. Her locs were pulled back and up, and she had on a clean dark jacket. But she was still thin. Too thin. The kind of thin that did not happen in a few months. "That tall older guy let me in," Chloe said simply. Natasha blinked. "Xavier?" "Is that his name?" Chloe said, like it was a mildly interesting piece of information. "Do you know him?" Natasha asked.

"Coco, ten o’clock. Do you recognize that woman? Does she ring any bells?" Chloe's gaze followed Emily's indication and immediately laid eyes on Xavia who wore a stunning, long, vintage, red dress. Exuding an air of elegance, Xavia’s every move was reminiscent of a captivating oil painting brought to life. Her carefully applied makeup enhanced her features, further adding to her enchanting allure.

There was still hope that she would move past the fact that he was part dragon and return his love. His heart skipped a beat when he finally spotted her walking down the tree lined lane that led to his home. Since the clothing and toiletries Martha intended for Chloe were at his house, the women went there first so that Chloe could look her best. Chloe approached the building without sparing a glance at either Tristan or Baqman, but Tristan didn’t mind. She was there and that’s all that mattered. She was a vision of loveliness as she ascended the steps of the great hall and proceeded to enter the building. Her long copper hair was pulled back from her face with a ribbon, leaving its silke

Didn't she know how attractive she was now? Today, Chloe was wearing a long-sleeved chiffon dress. Because she fell into the water, the clothes on her body were tightly attached to her body, perfectly showing her exquisite figure, which made people's imagination go wild. The distance between their lips was only a few centimeters, but Lin Beichen was shocked by his words. He was stunned for two seconds, and then there was an itch in his nose. "Ha ha!" Chloe could not help but spit on Marvin's face.

XENA’S POV Chloe hummed like she was dressing up a doll, not a bullied girl being marched off to marry a stranger. She twisted my hair into soft waves, pinned a silver clip behind my ear, and adjusted the choker on my neck. “You’re lucky,” she said sweetly. “Most impure wolves don’t even get a wedding.” I didn’t say a word. What could I say? That I felt like screaming? That I wanted to rip her smug face apart?

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

Chloe rolled her eyes about to sit but Sarah pulled her back up. “You are dressing up, and there is nothing to do about it,” Sarah warned in a stern voice. Chloe had no choice but to do as her friends wanted her, she just sat waiting for Sarah to dress her up. “This is stunning!” Carrie clapped her hands, staring at Chloe. Chloe is wearing a breathtaking gown in a vibrant color, like a deep emerald green.” The gown hugs her figure perfectly, accentuating her curves. Her makeup is flawlessly done, with a soft smokey eye and a pop of color on her lips.