Chelsea Blanket Novels & Stories

“If someone vomits on them, I won’t have to worry about designer brands being ruined. That’s the point of scrubs, Chelsea.” She rolled her eyes, and glanced at her girls. “No. Go change. I can’t allow you out of the house looking like some hobo.” I wanted to laugh, but I was too irritated. Instead, I made my way up to Chelsea’s room. If she wanted me to have a certain look, she couldn't object to me borrowing her clothing. I skimmed her closet, and found a blouse that was from a higher end online brand. It was professional and classy. Best of all, it was white. Then I found some light jeans to pair with the shirt, also from a designer brand.

survival instincts. Inside, Chelsea’s voice rose, laced with mock sweetness. “Darian, my love, you cannot climb the bookshelf just because Grandpa Nik gave you a cookie the size of your face. And we do not throw blocks at Mommy’s head.” There was a thud. Then a crash. Then a high-pitched giggle that should not have come from a one-year-old. Ben finally cracked a smile. “You sure he’s not part gremlin?” Chelsea opened the door, hair askew, one sleeve of her shirt covered in blue yogurt, and a stack of foam building blocks clutched under her arm like a riot shield. “Not unless gremlins were born during a blood moon eclipse with Alpha lungs and too much Luna sass.”

But then, she would look out at the world around her, the winding roads, the endless horizons, and the possibilities that lay ahead, and she would know that she had made the right choice, even if it was a difficult one. Not even her Mom and Emma know about the trip she was about to go to. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chelsea's eyes were closing, and all she could think about was curling up in her bed. She had been up since 6 am, working on her trip, and she was exhausted. She reached her room, kicked off her shoes, and fell on her bed. Now she could rest. The Chelsea room was small but cozy. Her bed was pushed up against the window, and she had a small desk with a lamp on it in the other corner.

Chloé asked, yawning as she wandered in, dragging her security blanket behind her like an adorable Linus. Rohan’s mom made the blankets using some of Rémi’s old clothes after he passed away. She may not have liked the man, but she has accepted the girls as her granddaughters and wanted them always to have something of him. So one side is a patchwork of his shirts while the other is soft, Minky fabric. It’s also a good way to know which twin is which. Chloé’s blanket has morning glory pink, while Célia’s is pale turquoise.

Amid a rainy night, he stood there, exuding grace and charm. With the fluffy blanket in hand, Chelsey headed downstairs. She did not feel cold as the house had underfloor heating. However, the second the door opened, the chilly wind blew in, causing her to shiver. Before Chelsey could step out, a tall, sturdy figure blocked the opened door. The person shielded her from the cold wind, too. A smile appeared on Lucas' face when he saw the blanket in Chelsey's hand. "Are you here to give me the blanket?"

They would give him one chance to face them, to prove he was still Alpha. The Beta exhaled hard and raked a hand through his hair. He had no idea what kind of Jalen would walk through those doors tomorrow—the hollow-eyed drunkard or the strong Alpha he used to be. Far away, in the shadowed corner of a locked chamber, Chelsea hummed softly as she stirred herbs into a shallow bowl of dark water. The scent of ash and clove clung thick to the air, mingling with the musky perfume she wore. Behind her, an older witch with long, silver-streaked braids traced symbols into the floor with chalk.

Without having to ask, Chelsea said, “The glass is tinted. You can see outside, but they can't see what's going on inside. —I was filled with curiosity when I thought about stormy days, because if the moonlight could be appreciated with such intensity, I assumed that lightning would also do its part in lighting... or, also, we have the clarity of the sun... Then my gaze traveled to the walls, realizing that the only place that wasn't white was her bedroom, which was painted a light mint green. A color that I wouldn't expect in a woman, but Chelsea fell out of the mold when she tried to put her in what a regular woman likes… Or what I thought was a normal attitude.

Sa tuwing humihinga ako gamit ang bibig ay may lumalabas na usok na ang sayang tignan. "My lady, wear this." Chelsea put a scraf on my neck. Inayos niya din ang cloak ko bago naghalungkat sa dala niyang maleta. Nang makita ang makapal na coat ay pinalibot niya ito sa katawan ko upang hindi ako lamigin. Pinagmasdan ko lamang siya habang nakangiti. She's so sweet. "H-Hindi k-ka b-ba nilalamig?" utal-utal kong tanong.

Penny said, excitedly. I was about to ask her who it was when one package caught my eye. The sage green floral pattern was laying on top. Dropping the shoes, my body moved on it’s own to grab the package and pull the three blankets out. The material was exactly the same from what I saw. The floral was a perfect match. Elijah had the dark blue mountains and Cooper had prints of the stages of the moon on it. “Colt?” Penny touched my arm, pulling me from my thoughts.

Chelsea pauses where the dock ends, gazing out over the water, waiting for Jenny to get there, too. There's something on Chelsea's shoulder, though. Jenny squints, trying to see what it is. As she steps closer, she makes out an area of raised skin on the back of Chelsea's right shoulder. It's a circle about the size of a silver dollar, with three spiraled circles in the center. Jenny's heart pounds. She tries to call out to Chelsea, but no sound comes out. Her feet are stuck where they are, too. Slowly, her best friend turns, but it's not Chelsea anymore.