Marinette X Chloé Novels & Stories

"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

I run a thumb over the sticker on the back of the phone with a word 'Chloe' on it. I chuckled. "Hello, Blondie.' A/N: Welcome to the world of Chloe and Mason! Thank you for making the decision to start this book, it means a lot to me.