Pictures Of Chloe From Miraculous Ladybug 소설 & 이야기

Real. After a few minutes, the door creaked open again. I looked up. And forgot how to breathe. Chloe stood there, the lavender fabric floating around her like it had been made just for her. Her curls framed her face, and her cheeks were flushed with something close to embarrassment. “I, um... I can’t reach the zipper,” she whispered, turning slightly to show me the half-zipped back. A small gasp escaped from my lips. Her body was hard to resist. Super smooth and beautiful.

And for now, I’d like to keep it that way. “What do you think?” Chloe comes out of my bathroom and does a little spin, letting her beautiful golden hair flow down around her. She looked stunning in her maxi mint green gown and golden accessories. The front has a sweetheart neckline, off the shoulders, and no straps with a light white lace pattern of flowers embedded on some of the front and around half the waist. “You look amazing, babe, truly.” I smile. She looks at me and frowns, seeing me still in my comfy tracksuit and shirt. “Why haven’t you gotten ready yet?”

“A legacy of stubborn pride? Of failure?” Before she could fire back, a bright voice interrupted. “There you two are! I've been calling forever.” Chloe appeared, a splash of sunflower-yellow dress and wild curls. She carried a woven basket. Her neon sunglasses were pushed up on her head. “Your phone's probably buried in the dirt, as usual,” she said to Elena. Then she saw their father's face. Her cheerful expression softened. “Papi. You have the weight-of-the-world face again. Lunch is ready. Mami made albondigas.”

My stomach twisted into nervous knots. “Of course,” I said, opening the door. Chloe stepped in cautiously. She looked no older than five, with golden curls framing a small, pale face. Her wide brown eyes studied me with curiosity and something that felt like wariness. She clutched a small stuffed rabbit to her chest. “I… I’m Lila,” I said gently. “You must be Chloe?” She nodded, stepping closer but not too close. “Are you… my new helper?” I swallowed. “I… I’ll be helping you, yes. You and I are going to spend some time together, and I promise to keep you safe.”

Tonight she would learn exactly how much control I could take and how sweetly she would beg when I gave it back. At precisely eight the door opened. Chloe stepped inside wearing the schoolgirl outfit I had laid out for her. Fuck. It was even better than I imagined. A tiny white blouse tied just under her full breasts, leaving her midriff bare and her hard nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. A pleated plaid skirt so short it barely covered the curve of her ass. White thigh-high socks with little bows, black Mary Jane shoes, and her auburn hair in two loose pigtails. She looked innocent and filthy at the same time, exactly the kind of temptation I loved to corrupt.

“Mama! The ribbons! Look!” Chloe came charging across the plaza, her hair a wild, golden halo that caught the sun. She was wearing a miniature version of my coat, her face bright with the kind of uncomplicated joy that I had once feared was lost to her forever. Following a few paces behind her, keeping a respectful, measured distance, was Daniel.

WHO’S EXCITED ABOUT HOMECOMING? Chloe looked closer at the painting she drew a few days ago. She already drew the burning house which happened in real. It’s still hard to believe it. Is she physic? “Did you buy the dress?” Sara leaned closer near Chloe’s bench in drawing class. “What dress are you talking about?” Chloe asked, didn’t take her eyes off her painting. She is painting a princess. This time, her drawing is under her control.

" Are you done, Mir? Where's the clothes you want? Hey, Nick! What's up? " Chloe appears beside Mirage. She's smiling as if she knew everything has ended. Mirage gives her a glare. And Nicolo just sighed. " Are you done talking nonstop on your phone? I can wait forever, you know. " Mirage said, full of sarcasm. Everyone there suddenly recognized Chloe. " That's Chloe Schmidt - Williams, right? " " She's supposed to be in Paris! " " She's as gorgeous as ever! " " Why didn't we recognize her earlier? "

I blink, afraid if I look away she’ll disappear somehow, that maybe I’m just imaging all this. She’s drenched from the rain, dark red hair hanging around her face, somehow highlighting her intense green eyes. Dressed in hiking boots, black leggings, and a white t-shirt with the words Shadowfall along the collar, my eyes go right to her breasts on their own accord and—fuck—I can see the faint outline of her nipples through the wet fabric. I’ve wondered what Chloe looks like naked multiple times over the years. I’ve caught glimpses of her here and there, most happening innocently enough. But seeing her—all of her—has been the subject of my dreams more times than once.

But, what really caught my attention was the beat box she has stowed away underneath the table. " You play beat box?" I asked. "Just a hobby." She sat at the edge of her bed; hugging a pillow. "Could you play me a beat?" "Nah." "Please?" "No." she sternly said. "Buzz kill." "Are you always this nosy?" she asked. "Even when you're injured, you're still annoying." "Yeah, it's one of my many qualities that make girls go gaga over me." **** Chloe's POV What has become of my life?