Rimuru X Chloe Mga Nobela at Kwento

A pillow lay on the floor, its case wrinkled like it had been clutched too tightly. My stomach dropped. I took one step forward before I could stop myself. The sound of my heel against the floor seemed too loud. It echoed in my head. My heart slammed hard against my ribs, once, twice, like it was trying to escape. And then I saw them. Liam was on top of her. His shirt hung open, sleeves shoved up, back muscles flexing with each movement. His pants were pushed down to his thighs. Chloe lay beneath him, her white dress rucked up around her waist,her legs were wrapped tight around his hips. Her pearl tiara sat crooked on her head like a mocking crown.

It was as clear as crystal and I knew I'd get another mate sooner or later but all my childhood expectations just went down the drain. I never thought I'd end up getting tangled with something like this. How could stormy grey eyes of all people be my fated mate? "Cheer up, Chloe, you'll meet your prince charming soon and he'll completely sweep you off your feet." Figures. But he wasn't going to be my fated mate. "Have you..." I trailed off to gather my wits, "Have you seen him since the run?" "Who?" She asked me, her eyes narrowing in that typical Amelia way, "Tyler? No, I've not. He went home immediately after the run and he's still not back."

“He was so attentive. I mean, every single touch, every kiss—it was like he knew exactly what I wanted, exactly where to touch. I swear I lost count of how many times I—” Chloe interrupted with a loud squeal, her hands clapping together in pure excitement. “Oh my God! Yes, yes, yes!” She couldn’t stop giggling, practically vibrating with glee. “This is what I’m talking about! The chemistry, the passion, the attention—girl, I’m living through you right now. Tell me everything!”

His voice cracked with emotion as he reached out, trembling, ready to pull me into his arms. Before he could touch me, a stronger presence swept in. Possessive, unyielding. Xavier appeared just in time, blocking his approach. "Xavier," Jacob said, trying to keep his composure. "Chloe is my wife. Even as the heir to the Southspire kingdom, you can't stop me from being with her." Xavier's expression remained calm, but his words were heavy with finality. "Chloe is a distinguished guest of the palace and the Alpha Female of the Lotus Pack. We will not allow you to disrespect her."

That would have to wait. Chloe POV Sitting at my vanity, I put on my mascara and pull my hair to one side, curling it in spirals. As my curls fall, they cover my belly. Once finished, I walk to the closet to find something to wear. I decide on a cute white sundress with white flats. After I’m dressed, I stand to walk out, when Malachi comes through the door. He stops in his tracks and stares at me. "Oh, wow! Luna, you look incredible!" He says, never breaking his gaze. "Thank you, Wolfman," I laugh while I seductively walk up to Malachi and grab his tush, pulling him to me. "Let's cancel the party, and have a shower of our own," I say, playing with his collar.

Isn't she done changing her clothes yet? I approached the bathroom door. "Chloe, aren't you done yet? We have to leave, hurry up!" I said as I knocked on the door. But my forehead knit even more when Chloe didn't answer me, so I hastily opened the door, but I didn't even see her shadow. Damn, where the hell did she go? Chloe's POV My eyes almost popped out as the stranger's lips touched mine. It only lasted five seconds, and I pushed him hard away from me. The man looked at me in surprise, as if he couldn't believe what I was doing.

she murmurs . “I know.” I lift my phone slightly . “But I’m not leaving you alone tonight .” Something flickers in her eyes ; fear, exhaustion , something deeper layered beneath it ; and she looks away before I can read it fully . ****************************************************************************** Across town , at the exact same moment, a different apartment light flickers on . Chloe sits cross-legged on her couch , peeling yesterday’s nail polish off her fingers , phone wedged against her shoulder . “Mom, I told you,” she mutters , scrolling . “Things are moving. I’m close .”

“Get some rest, Mira. You’re lucky it wasn’t worse.” He picked up the tray and walked to the door. “I’ll let your friends back in now.” She nodded, leaning back into the pillow as he left. The door opened again, and Chloe stepped in alone. Her expression had changed. The fake worry on her face was gone, replaced with a smirk that curved her red lips. She walked toward Mira slowly, her heels clicking against the floor. When she reached the bed, she leaned forward and whispered, “Well, Mira… I have a lot to say to you.”

Mark shouted, Earning a jabbed in his chest from Aunt Shirley. “God! I am fucking shaking” Damien says shakily. “It’s okay” I touch his hands. “Okay...here we go, Chloe,” I looked into his eyes. My throat is clogged up and I swallow it rapidly. I can't….cry! “You were only eighteen when I first met you. You are so young, pure and the most beautiful woman in my whole life. And... fast forward to five years, you are my soulmate, my future mother of children and my one and only love. I can't imagine my life without you baby. And I can't thank you enough for loving me...Chloe. Sometimes, I feel that I don't deserve your love but God gave me you, my beautiful soulmate to cherish and love and I'l

Chloe. Calling.