Marinette X Chloe Novels & Stories

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

"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.

Chloe was nearly two, all curls and forward motion, currently attempting to use Sarah's ear as a grip point for some private engineering project. "There goes the first volley," Sarah said. "It's five blazers," I said. "Not an invasion." "Isn't it?" I didn't answer. I went inside and sat at the Singer and let the quiet come back around me. The ticking clock. The distant Atlantic. I thought about L'Eclipse, about the glass storefront on Rue de Marigny I had walked past dozens of times when I was still the woman who folded herself small in Daniel's living room. I thought about the women who shopped there. The kind of women Claire was, or wanted to be. Women who moved through Verlaine like they

"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

Such a scene flashed in her mind, and her face suddenly turned red. Looking around, Chloe saw that no one was looking at her. She covered her cheeks with her hands and shook her head hard. "Don't think about it, don't think about it!" "Don't think about it." Marvin, who was sitting behind the seat, put his arms around Chloe's neck, put his face on her neck, and asked ambiguously. There was a faint mint smell on Marvin's body, mixed with a touch of the smell of rose, which made people feel fresh and clean!