Novel & Cerita Blink Chelsea

“Can’t I just have a little bit?” Chelsea rolled her eyes and glared at her fiercely. “No!”

Chelsea yells. “Really then why am I living with them?” Ty asked. “You fucking bitch.” Chelsea says. She reaches out to slap Ty’s face but moves to the side as Chelsea ends up on her ass. Chelsea jumps back up and goes to hit Ty but is blocked. Ty doesn’t miss when she throws her punch, and the crunching of broken bones resonates throughout the cafeteria. Chelsea gets up and charges Ty. I grab Ty around the waist, and Killian grabs Chelsea as we pull them apart. Ty barely has a scratch on her. Chelsea, on the other hand, is not as lucky. Ty is pissed, and her eyes are glowing.

She flipped her hair back for me to see and I took in Chelsea’s appearance. Chelsea wore a blue spaghetti dress that showed off almost half of her cleavage. Her black hair was curly at the ends, enhancing her beauty. She is a goddess, and her dress matches the way girls in the club dress. I finally parted her lips, coming to Chelsea's side.” Just make sure you take care of me in the club. It's my first time" “Sure Emily, you are my one and only child," Chelsea joked and rubbed her neck. I knew Chelsea wasn't the gentle type but I didn't know she was also a psycho.

"I'm not a product," "We both know that is not what Chelsea means. What she means is that he keeps acting composed with you, like you are not affecting him one bit. It's time to prove to him that you have some power over him, try. If he resists you after tonight, don't date him because he is definitely gay." Brianna said seriously. I chuckled. "Done," Chelsea announced as she stood up. "Bree?" "Almost done… Just a little blush here…" she trailed off as she spread the red blush on my cheeks. She added glitters to my eyes, it was just too sparkly and not like myself.

Chelsea's and Damian's fans were completely stunned. What the hell was going on? Since when did Damian give Chelsea a watch, and when did they start wearing couple watches? The moment they saw the photos and breakdowns, their vision nearly went dark. Damian and Chelsea were wearing the limited edition Vacheron Constantin couple watches. How were they supposed to explain this away? No, they weren't going to acknowledge this. They pretended they never saw it and kept scrolling.

Chelsea rolled her eyes and instilled her mana in the device that Wilson gave her , within seconds , a new person was standing in place of her . She carefully looked at the window of the carriage and saw a man staring back at her , the man had long silver hair that was tied in a ponytail , his eyes were blue , like the sky . Skin pale as snow and his lashes seemed to flutter under the moonlight , even though he was handsome enough to crush hearts of hundreds of women , Chelsea knew that the person staring back at her was her own freaking self . " Its amazing " she said though her voice sounded deep and rough " I really look like a man "

It must be her loquacious personality so that she could babble with no pause by having a quiet company. Chelsea led the way, Emika following behind her leisurely. "But why isn't VVJ a doofus?!" He shouted behind her like a broken child but she couldn't hear him at all. "It's a lost case, buddy. Now off you go." I smirked whereas he just sulked but obliged nonetheless. He muttered something under his breath. "Oh, and guys, we are going to the 'Bliss Rose' Club!" Chelsea hollered. "But... isn't that too expensive?" I voiced out with wide eyes.

He grudgingly took out his phone to see that it was Chelsea. Christian frowned. He glanced at Elizabeth beside him and then answered. “What’s up, Chelsea?” Chelsea was crying, “My house was burgled; I’m so scared.” “What? Burgled by who? How’s that possible? Who dares to trespass our territory?”

It’s taking every ounce of self-control in me not to scream my head off and jump. Alexander claps softly, stealing my attention. He leans back, and a look of amusement is plastered on his face. “Football gets you like this?” I run my palms over my hair, sit my butt back on the bleacher, and switch back to my gentle self. But soon, the excitement wears off, and it’s replaced by a pounding heart. Ninety minutes are up. But there’s some added time. Brentford 1-2 Chelsea. Alexander is going first.

“You smell like expired wine and desperation.” Chelsea clutched her chest. “Oh she got jokes.” “You walked up to my ex and tried to drag him inside like he’s on your payroll,” Cierra shot back. “Please be serious.” “At least I can pull a man,” Chelsea barked. “Please. You pull backs, legs, and necks too, I bet.” “Ohhh, bitch...” Blinky slid between them like a referee. “Yo, yo, yo...relax. Chelsea, go home. You smell like birthday cake and bad decisions.”