Pictures Of Chloe From Miraculous Ladybug Mga Nobela at Kwento

Adele's POV "Mom, is Raphael coming to see us today?" Chloe's voice floated into the dining room, bright and hopeful, as she padded in after changing out of her school uniform. Her blonde curls bounced with every step, moonlight pale even in daylight—a trait she'd inherited from something older and deeper in our bloodline. I rolled my eyes toward the ceiling, already knowing what was coming next. Both of my little wolves adored Raphael Dumas far too much for my peace of mind.

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"Well, hello, Mr handsome superstar. Nice to meet you once again. I am… Chloe Jones." CHLOE spoke up with a smirk as she pulled down the wig, revealing her beautiful red hair. She took some wet towel which was on the counter top and started to caress them over her hand, face and neck, revealing her beautiful milky white skin as well. Why didn't he notice those towels there before? Then she proceeded to pull out the brown contact lenses which were hiding her beautiful blue eyes from the world. She looked up at him with a smirk as soon as she was back to her previous look. He looked at her from head to toe in shock and fear.

The crowd gasped, then murmured in admiration. “Wow, she's beautiful,” someone beside me said. Lady Megan lets out a disgusted snort. Chloe walked straight to me, her hips swaying like she was on a runway. “My lady,” she bowed. I froze in shock. Chloe will never bow her head to me— never. She smiled and extended a small gift wrapped in silver. “What are you doing here?” I said sharply. “What do you mean? Don't you like the gift?” She asked sweetly.

I watched as he absorbed these facts. Jasper opened his mouth to say something when the door opened. I turned to see Chloe enter, looking every bit her new status — a powerful Luna. She wore a black, floor-length cocktail dress with long sleeves, her hair pulled into a perfect ponytail, and her makeup done to make her look like a goddess. She smiled and walked straight to Jasper, not even acknowledging me. She leaned in to kiss Jasper on the lips, but he turned his head at the last moment. Chloe still kissed his cheek before turning to me with a giant smile.

Within twenty minutes, she was ready to face the elite of the city. As she stepped out of her room, she found Liam Jr. waiting for her. The boy was a vision of miniature perfection in a white dress shirt and a tiny purple bow tie. His hair was slicked back with military precision. Chloe was stunned by his beauty; he didn't look much like Xavier at all. He possessed a softer, more refined elegance that suggested his biological mother must have been a woman of extraordinary beauty.

Stanley stepped forward and spoke. “This is Alora, Chloe. She’ll be assisting you with anything you need.” Charles added, “Trust me, she’s very good at her job and nice. There’s no way you could possibly hate her.” I lifted my eyes to look at Chloe. She was stunning—hazel eyes, coffee-brown hair that fell in soft waves, and a confident expression that screamed privilege. Dressed in a crisp white shirt and fitted jeans, with heels clicking sharply against the floor, she looked nothing like someone who needed assistance. A designer handbag hung from her arm, and a luggage bag rested by her side.

It always looks a bit slow-witted to me…] The third was a photo of Chloe and Toto together. [I'm going to bed after our walk. I've been busy all day and barely had a chance to rest, but I still found time to think of you. You should remember to miss me too. Goodnight.] In the photograph, Chloe was dressed in a white nightgown, holding Toto's fluffy head in her arms, and flashing a peace sign at the camera. Even without makeup, her complexion was flawless. Her eyes were shining and clear, making her look breathtakingly beautiful.

There was another soft knock. I walked to the door and opened it. And there she was. Chloe. Her brown curls were pinned back loosely, and she wore one of those plain gray flimsy omega uniforms that barely covered her boobs and exposed her long shapely legs. The gown was too short, and I wondered whose twisted mind conceived such a revealing outfit for omegas. Then she looked up at me with those soulful green eyes that turned me to mush. I loved her eyes, they were a rare shade of green and very beautiful.

She looked frantic. "Chloe?" I said. My voice sounded so strange. "What did you do to me?!" she screamed, lunging toward me. I stepped back into the corridor. "You weirdo! Is this some Japanese magic? Fix it! WHAT DID YOU DO!" Chloe kept yelling. I caught a glimpse of us in the grand hallway mirror. A short, messy girl in a hoodie screaming at a beautiful, composed blonde in a blue pyjamas. I took her upstairs. "Chloe, calm down," I said, my hands steady. I reached out to touch her arm, but she flinched. "I’m just as shocked as you are.