The Nine Lives Of Chloe King Book Summary นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I feel sick. Like my entire life was part of their game. My mom worked for them, got involved with your father, got paid off and silenced. Then years later they pick me—the daughter to carry the next generation of Kings. Like I was bred for this. Like none of my choices mattered.” She swung her legs over the side of the bed, ignoring the pull in her lower back, and stood on shaky feet. The room tilted for a second before she caught the railing. “I need air, Or water, Or something. I can’t just sit here while our past keeps trying to erase our future.” Damian stood immediately but didn’t crowd her. “Chloe, slow down. The doctor said rest.”

"Chloe, you're too kind. You're showing mercy even to trash like her." Chloe put on a faux-gracious act as she approached me, reaching out as if to touch my face. The overwhelming scent of her perfume made me sick. I turned my head in disgust and casually shrugged off her hand. "Don't touch me." It was nothing more than a tiny movement. Yet, Chloe suddenly let out a bloodcurdling scream. She flew backward like a kite with its string cut and landed heavily at Dominic's feet. "Ah! My wrist is broken!" She clutched her wrist and burst into hysterical tears. "I have to shake hands with the president of Kingsfield University tomorrow!"

Was she jealous? "I am flattered and also married," I said and let out a nervous chuckle. I could feel the girl's attraction toward me. It was strong. I narrowed my eyes and concentrated on getting inside Chole's head. I had a feeling I wouldn't like what I will see in there. And I was right. I saw nothing but darkness and blood. Chloe was far from innocent. She had killed hundreds of thousands of people to quench her thirst. ~I bet his blood tastes delicious.~

Our kisses provided the strong bond that we have for each other, I gave him my promise that I will stand by his side as his Luna Queen to love and support him in every decision he makes. “Thank you for being here my love, I love you so much with all my life.” I smiled hearing the familiar words that he always says during our lovemaking. “And I love you too, my Alpha King, always and forever.” ************* Thank you all for reading.... Please give me a chance to introduce my next book featuring the daughter of Alpha Zero in the title “My Love From The North” Soon to publish here in Good novel. Jengreyy

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 quickly ran out of the room ,I sat on the bed angry and tried ,I just want to go home to my family why can't he just understand , I was murmuring to Myself when the door opened . "I believe you are not deaf go and tell the king am not having dinner with him " " I don't think there is any need for that val " I raised my head up to see who it was lo and behold it was the king . " Let me go ,Let me out of here I don't love you please let me " " I asked to have dinner with you but you rejected me so I decided to bring the dinner to you " " What " I was still trying to process everything, When some servants walked into the room with a table and two chair in less than ten seconds the table wa

She knew it wasn’t his fault but the thought of losing her life over something she could barely even explain messed with her so much that she just wanted space from everything and everyone. Chloe insulted her and Lloyd the first time but she didn’t hold a grudge, rather she forgave and begged Lloyd to forgive Chloe. Chloe tried to drug her but ended up drugging herself. Again, she helped take Chloe to the hospital. Then out of nowhere, a mysterious nurse that looked like her and had the same hair color with her allegedly entered Chloe’s hospital room a few minutes before Chloe died and everyone thinks it’s her and apparently now someone is after her life because they believed she killed Chlo

Yet, Steven’s words reverberated in her mind, unyielding. The door swung open, and Maya rushed in, her eyes filled with concern. She knelt beside Chloe, wrapping her in a tight embrace. “Chloe, what happened?” Maya inquired urgently, but Chloe was too distressed to respond. Her thoughts were fixated on her father. “We need to get to Mount Sinai,” Chloe said, her voice frantic. “My dad... he’s critical.” Maya quickly called a cab while Chloe hurriedly changed into a baggy sweatshirt and pants, her hands shaking uncontrollably. Moments later, they hurried outside, Chloe’s mind racing with fear and uncertainty.

“See? See?! You’re denying it. Oh my God. You’re denying it. Alexander King is actually denying something that’s painfully obvious. I can’t believe this. I’m so happy!” He clutched his chest dramatically. “That woman, Chloe, is like a drug. She’s curing you. You’re different. It’s so good. Dad would throw a party if he saw you like this. You’re almost, what’s the word? Human.” “Let’s just stop wasting time. Let’s kill everyone in the White family and take her. It’s quicker that way—” “Enough nonsense.” I snapped. I turned to Leo, who had the audacity to be grinning like this was entertainment.

We would protect Chloe and Gavin until the day we could make Isabelle stand and show her for what she was: a criminal with an artful bent for cruelty. As I walked back into the safe room the world seemed both more enormous and more contained. Nina hovered like a librarian in a war zone…..quiet but watchful. Chloe was awake, eyes rubbing sleep from her face, shock curdled into a wild, raw look of someone who had seen too much but refused to let it define her. “Everything okay?” she asked, voice small. I sat opposite her and reached for her hand, this time without ceremony. “We’re starting,” I said. “We have a plan.”