Chell X Wheatley Novels & Stories

I was about talking when Anita came over. "Hmm...What's going on here?" she asked Lexy putting her hand on lexy's shoulder. "Kelsi here is the daughter of our maid that was sent out of the house last month...." Lexy replied her, looking at me with disgust, ".... And she had the guts to lie to me, telling me her dad is abroad overseeing his business there" I felt ashamed of myself that moment. "Wait! What?" Now the whispering coming frim every corner was getting louder, some of the class mate were covering their mouth in shock, including Anita.

she greeted him in a sultry voice. Hunter squinted. “Who are you?” The woman smiled. “My name is Cheryl. Reyan said you’re a man worth introducing.” Hunter frowned, rejecting the offered wine. “I don’t drink.” “That’s a shame. This is a rare South African wine.” Cheryl kept closing the distance, placing her glass on a nearby table, and then lightly touched Hunter’s chest. Hunter brushed her hand away. “Tell Reyan I’m not interested in his dirty games.” Cheryl leaned in, whispering into his ear, “The game has just begun.”

I'm just trying to conclude Something here. "And I don't need your conclusion on anything right now so get the hell out of my front. Stella walks out of her immediately smiling to herself. "Weldon Stella! I think you just played out your part well! She shrugged at herself when suddenly she fell on someone else's leg. It was none other than Cherry who was giving her a questionable gaze. ***** T b c

Chloe snarled, twisting around to slap Rhea off in one powerful move. Shockwaves from that move pinned Rhea to the ground, stunned and in shock at how so much strength and power could come from Chloe. Everything was a lie. “Chloe” was not just any type of fighter, but an extremely skilled and brutally trained one from birth. Just like her. Chloe got away, desperate to maintain her cover and not be caught by the other werewolves because that would ruin everything. But it was too late. Three werewolves popped out of the wood’s edge, immediately attacking Chloe as if they knew what was happening. Rhea tried to get up, but a Syke grabbed her by the foot. She twisted around with an enraged yell a

She kissed his cheek again. Jesus! Charleigh couldn’t breathe. The air had stuck in her lungs. She managed to look away before they caught her instinctual reaction. She knew from the start it was a bad idea, yet she took her chances. “Thanks, El. You’re the best.” “I know,” she replied enthusiastically. “Wait, El. I’d like you to meet Architect Charleigh Wrylee.” When she heard her name, she looked at them. “Wait a sec. The Charleigh Wrylee?” Ella’s eyes widened. “Oh, my God! I’m a fan. I’m so happy to meet you in person, Architect Wrylee.” The woman gripped her hand for a handshake so excitedly.

Chelsea wished that these stakes may pierce the spider with its pointy edges but her last attempt was doomed to fail , the stakes , slipped and glided over its smooth shell and shattered . " Darn it !" Chelsea stomped on the floor as the webs of the dome unravelled themselves slinking back into the transparent crystal . The tortorantula's mirage vanished in an instant. Chelsea glared at the sky , not knowing what to do anymore , sulking she walked after the rest of the team , back to the common hall. " Still having troubled with your tortorantula?" said Ron as he leaned on the back of Chelsea's chair , as she flipped through one of the books on tortorantula for the millionth time in just a m

The private elevator chimed down the hall. My stomach did a little flip. “Shit—cover it. Now.”Jared didn’t waste a second. He grabbed the velvet cloth and tossed it over the easel just as the studio doors swung open. Chelley walked in, looking flushed and glowing, like she’d just taken down an enemy army, Her hair was a bit messy from the wind, chin high, eyes sparkling with that victorious energy. She looked damn good. The second the doors clicked shut, I crossed the room in a few quick strides.

Yachne said Rye was sitting across from Yachne with a beer. He handed one to Yachne. Rye played the beer before he drank it and stared at the drone. "Thank you," told Yachne. "I only want to know if Khali is all right." Rye drank beer. "Khali can handle herself. She said that to me many times. She's an MMA fighter. She's the best student on the shooting range she's enrolled in before."

CHAPTER SEVEN As the rest of the town was slowly waking up, a lone figure traipsed across the swirling grasslands of The Bluff. Edward Chorley had cropped blonde hair, his mop of fringe hid a whirling scar where, not too long ago, he’d come off second best to a piece of driftwood brandished by a certain Beatrice Beecham. His eyes were ocean blue and glittered with mischief. His right ear poked out more than his left, as though he’d slept on it while it was folded over once too often. His nose was broad, his build stocky, but he was best known for his mean streak, which ran deep and wide.

“Yeah he said. I need a favor. I need the name of Cherry. I do not know her last name. Can you find her information, phone number, address, etc? "Can you give that? Yeah, sure, bud.” Give me a couple of seconds, hold on". He had me on hold. “Yo! I got your girl's information! But bro, she's the chief daughter here. You sure you want to fuck with her? I am getting upset. “Yes, I do have her information. I said with a growl. "Oh, okay, take it easy, bro! he said. I rolled my eyes. "Okay, Cherry Stephens, 18, just turned, she has a twin, her sister, Sherry, pregnant by Derrick Jefferson Wade's cousin. Cherry she lives on 415 Front Street, 5 minutes away from the school. Her phone is…