Chelsea Ann Novels & Stories

she said defensively. “Ma, even now, you still want me to marry her?” Chase asked in disbelief. “Why not? You’ve been getting along well, haven’t you? She’s the key to finally helping you move on from your late wife,” Anna replied. “The wife you killed,” Chelsea said coldly. “Chelsea” Chase and Carlo exclaimed simultaneously. “Come on! I don’t want this conversation to drag on any longer. Just please… let’s finish this,” Chelsea said tearfully.

“Should I turn her away?” Sephora leaned back in her leather chair. “No.” Her smile grew a touch sharper. “Send her in.” Mira hesitated, doubt clear on her face. “Ma’am—” “It’s okay.” The assistant paused, then nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” Moments later, the door swung open. Chelsea stepped inside wearing a bright, practiced smile an and an oddly extravagant outfit. “Sephora!” Her voice rang out confidently. “It’s been too long. Who would have thought I’d see you again after attending your own funeral.”

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

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.

Monday came all too soon. Anna didn't want to get out of bed but that was out of the question. She grudgingly got up and did her morning workout. Then she had her bath, did her skin care routine and put on her uniform. The uniform was a sky blue shirt with a purple collar on a purple shirt. She wore a pair of white socks and completed it with black sneakers. She then pulled her hair into the usual ponytail and took her school bag. She had packed her bag the night before so she just threw it over her shoulder after putting her phone in it, wore her glasses and checked herself in the full length mirror and felt that her look was satisfactory.

But if the Dark Child was the daughter of Estelel to Jilroid and she was her daughter to that means the Dark Child is her sister and Margarette was her aunt. “What do you want from me, Ánië?” She asked as memories of her past were brought back to her. “We only got one fragment of the Nromais.” “Don’t worry. I really don’t need them. Simple. I want the Hristoax that Estelel gave me.” “The Hristoax? But that’s mine!” “You stole it from me!” “Liar! You greedy woman!” She won’t hand the damn thing down. Ánië made three strides and was in front of her in a second; she curled her hands on her neck and choked her to death. “Give me the Hristoax.”

he says, averting his eyes to inside the condo. I turn my attention to look at Camila, she was laughing with Eliza as they looked through what looked like a photo album. Camila was in one of her off her white shoulder dress shirts, exposing her slim shoulders, her skin looked soft and flawless as always. Blue ripped jeans and red stilletos, her hair was in a high ponytail, givng full view of her face.

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.

"Of course not, Chelsea. I am not crazy!" Chelsea smiled wickedly at Catherine. Having turned up for gym class the next day in the same clothes as the previous day, she couldn't blame her; she was running out of yoga pants and she was too busy thinking about her secret husband to do her laundry. Catherine smiled and took another sip of her morning cappuccino. Thinking about how open-minded and how crazy her friends were, she just hoped she had Chelsea's confidence. Not that she didn't have it, but she was not as confident as she was. Chelsea was a part-time model, with a look to die for: tall and petite with remarkable green eyes that seemed to convince anyone that she was nothing but kind a

As I walked in, he held the door open for me and a young lady greeted us. She said, "Hello, my name is Cassie. Can I help you find something?" I approached her and drummed my hands atop his desk. "My name is Etheral, and I've just dropped in to take a look around for the time being. But you'll be seeing more of me later."