Chelsea Ann Novels & Stories

Maya growled, itching for another go at her. Chelsea twitched by Breyona and I, her dark haired servant trailing after her. Chelsea's dress truly left nothing to the imagination. It was extremely low cut, and somehow just managed to cover her bottom. Not only was it sparkly, but it was a Peptol Bismol shade of pink. Add a silver pair of heels and a sash that says "Birthday Girl", and Chelsea's look is complete. "Maybe she'll find her mate tonight and back off Alpha Asher." Breyona shrugged, nudging me with her elbow.

Part 5: Royal Masquerade Ball "Of course I am invited. Im dating the Head of the Council's son, Dexter. I will be his date for that royal event." Yesha said proudly while showing the invitation in her hand. "And naturally, Thally will be invited to because she's dating the crown pri–" "Fake dating." Thallia corrected.

“You’re too smart. Too proud. If you wanted her dead, it would’ve been cleaner. Less traceable. You wouldn’t have left your fingerprints.” A smirk curls at the corner of her lips. “Flattering.” “It wasn’t a compliment.” Vivienne shrugs, unfazed. “Then why are we here?” “Because you still benefit from the absence of what she carries. Both of you do.” Chelsea flinches at that, guilt splashing across her face. But I know Chelsea. Sweet, soft-spoken Chelsea who speaks to the kitchen staff by name and reads to orphans at the temple. She couldn’t stomach hurting a rabbit, let alone poisoning a girl already teetering on the edge.

Cassandra nodded dismissively, “It’s fine. You couldn’t stop these two brats for all I know.” She buttoned up her coat, demanding while she walked to the room, “What’s wrong? Is she scared? Nervous?” Jillian sheepishly asked, “Did you just call us brats? We’re not kids, doctor!” Emma cleared her voice, elbowing Jillian, realizing the doctor was in no mood for jokes right now, “She’s a new patient. Name’s Selena Chase. 24 years old. Looks perfectly healthy. Didn't say why she wanted to see you and only you.”

She felt a growing empathy for Chelsea, recognizing that her preconceptions and insecurities had clouded her judgment. "Tell me, Mrs. Willows," Hilary ventured cautiously, "what is it that Chelsea truly desires? Beyond wealth and status, what brings her joy and fulfillment?" A wistful smile graced Mrs. Willows' lips, and a flicker of pride shone in her eyes. "Chelsea has always had a creative spirit," she revealed. "She finds solace in art, in the written word, and in connecting with others on a deeper level. Beneath the veneer of luxury, she yearns for meaningful connections and the freedom to pursue her passions."

“They look a lot alike.” Chelsea nodded as she started cutting the chicken. “They all resemble each other. The sister is dainty and a blonde, and the younger brother has light-brown hair, but you’d still know they were all from the same family. You’ll see tomorrow. And,” Chelsea added, “I’ve heard Anna is actually going to be there. I haven’t met her yet. I’m glad to see you and Rand are getting along great.” “Don’t start putting us together. Remember there’s a third, his fiancée.”

But instead, I was met with the sight of Anne, her lips curled into a sly smile. “Well, well, well,” she drawled, her voice dripping with amusement. “Look who’s playing jungle explorer.” Relief washed over me, so intense it almost felt like dizziness. “Anne! Thank goodness it’s you. I nearly had a heart attack.” I straightened up, brushing dirt off my breeches with a grimace. “What are you doing here?” “Same reason as you, I presume,” she said, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. “To witness the grand exit of Annalisa du Wales.”

She leaned in to take a glance,her jaw dropped and her expression turned livid. "Who the hell sent this?!". "Believe me, you really don't want to know." - I rolled my eyes at her expression. "Why did you suddenly come over and that too...... without as much as a call?". Rachel returned back to her original position, her daintly manicured fingers patting her white top as she regained her former demeanor. "As agreed, Anne sent over the personal assistant. Her name is Bennett and she's currently an intern at the agency."- she paused.

Thinking that Chelsea did this to deter others from sending people his way, it suddenly felt like waiting a bit longer wasn't a big deal. Around ten past six, Chelsea finally came out of the apartment. Her hair was neatly coiled at the back of her head, her makeup was exquisite, and she was wearing a taro-colored gown that reached her ankles. The gown had semi-hollow sleeves with a touch of ruffle, and a high slit in the skirt. As she moved, her dazzling long legs appeared and disappeared intermittently, surprisingly, the words dignified and sexy could both be found in her at the same time.

GHOSTS AND ALMOST PROMISES {Playlist Suggestion: "Do You Better" by Rohan} ~KADE POV~ "Kade?" I turn from the reception desk, and there she is. Chelsea stands by the elevator bank, wearing denim shorts and an oversized sweater that swallows her frame. Her hair is pulled into a messy bun, strands escaping around her face. But it's her eyes that stop me cold. Red-rimmed, swollen. She's been crying for hours.