Marinette X Chloe Novels & Stories

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.

But my eyes darted to a gold picture frame facing away from me. For a second, I hesitate, but then I pick it up and twist it towards me. As soon as I see the picture, I realize I shouldn’t have started snooping. It’s a picture of Maxwell and a woman I don’t recognize. She has dark blonde hair with piercing blue eyes, olive skin, and a killer smile. Jax is kissing her cheek as she beams at the camera, flashing off her pearly white teeth. Who is she? I’ve never seen her around the house.

Chloe Montclair "Oh my goodness! Chloe!" "Is this you?!" Both my friends exclaimed in a stunned tone. The latter was Janet. "You're going out tonight?! Having a dinner with Ken?" Janet asked again as her face lighten up in excitement. "I have a date tonight." I twirled and asked. "Tell me girls, is there anything I need to retouch?." "You're looking stunning, Chloe! What's the occasion?." Tiana questioned.

"A girl’s gotta keep some secrets, right?" "Whatever," he muttered, though he looked bothered. "Let’s just get to class. Mark’s been texting me about some party Friday." As we walked toward the double glass doors of the main entrance, I saw a girl huddled by the lockers. She was wearing an oversized, pilled hoodie that smelled like my mother’s laundry detergent. Her dark hair was a mess, and her thick glasses were sliding down her nose. It was Chloe. She looked small. People were walking past her, some intentionally bumping her shoulder, others just pretending she was part of the wall. I saw Sarah, one of Chloe’s "best friends," whisper something to another girl and point at the girl in the

He wanted one woman, and when he had her, he foolishly let her slide from his grasp. Way to go Xander. Xander groaned inwardly when he saw one of the ladies approaching. He straightened as she came close. “Mr. Xander,” she said, sashaying her hips and Xander stared at her coolly. “Yes?” He said and she smiled. He knew that smile all too well—she wanted him to go all the way with her. “I am Chloe,” she said and Xander offered a robotic smile. “Nice to meet you, Chloe, is there anything I can help with,” he said. Chloe leaned in beside him.

said Claire and turned around then walked ahead . " Hey , where are you going ? " said Chloe . " Toilet ! A certain strong perfume scent is making me wanna vomit . " said Claire and walked ahead . " That ugly pauper rat ! " said the girl next to Chloe annoyed . " Chloe , could she win ? " asked the other girl next to her a bit hesitantly . " How can she possibly win ? I will make sure she never hits the target . " said Chloe with a vicious smirk .

Chloe had gone all out ice sculptures, a live string quartet, a floating dance floor lit from beneath like glass over water. And at the center of it all stood Chloe herself. She wore white. Not innocent white weaponized white. A fitted gown with a plunging neckline, diamonds dripping from her ears like punctuation marks. She laughed loudly, one manicured hand resting possessively on her hip as she held court. Her eyes found Elena within seconds. The smile Chloe gave her was slow. Deliberate. Predatory. “Oh,” Chloe said, loud enough for the people around her to hear. “She came.”

Melissa said, slowly standing up and facing Chloe. Chloe scoffed and looked mighty offended as she turned on her heel and walked to the back of the store. Her hips swayed from side to side, and her eyes narrowed to slits. As she passed Mandy, she tossed out a quick, “Oh, shut up,” and disappeared through the staff door. “Charming,” Melissa mused. Mandy waved her off and shook her head. “Nah, she’s just a whore. It’s all right, though. She knows it too,” Mandy said.