Chelsea Blanket Novels & Stories

Turning her face away, she playfully fiddled with the blanket a few times, creating a suggestive atmosphere. Russell could see clearly at the head of the bed, and the corners of his lips unconsciously curved. Rogers stared at the moving blanket for a moment, stunned for a bit, then called out "Cut." Chelsea lifted the blanket, feeling extremely guilty, but to her surprise, Rogers was very satisfied with this part. It was a Christian rosary on Charlotte’s wrist. Charlotte did not believe in Christianity, but her family did. In the eyes of her family, she was always seen as obedient, excellent, and sensible.

My body felt like mush and I loved it. I was pampered in the bath, fed my favorite chocolates, got my hair washed and my body ravished once again in the warm soapy water. Damn was I the luckiest woman or what, I was definitely floating. One of my presents that I got after was a fluffy throw blanket made from cashmere the color was a soft pink with literal threads coated in gold running through it. Nicky most of told Apollo about my obsession with cashmere throw blankets. I even got two matching pillows it was decided I was the luckiest woman in the world. Snuggling deeper into his arms I kissed his chest and he returned it by kissing me in my hair.

I say around giggles. "Okay, but the pack is definitely gonna hear about the Luna shopping for sexy clothes," Chelsea says while playfully wagging her eyebrows at me. We both laugh as she drives towards the pack's mall. ****** "What is your favorite color," Chelsea asks, and I glance at my open toes. "Red," I answer, and Chelsea begins grabbing a bunch of red lacy outfits that make me look around to see if anyone is watching. "We will get you a red dress too. I am so excited," Chelsea says as she fills her arms to full capacity.

But only I know that the cheer is not from my heart. I don’t find the need to celebrate the Lupin’s downfall, but I have to do so for Chelsea’s sake. “Isn’t it a breathe of fresh air knowing we finally got what we wanted?” Chelsea remarks excitedly while clinking glasses with me. “Now show us the tats, will you?” “it’s still fresh.” “Even so.” I remove my jacket. Chelsea turns me around to view the tats. What I requested was a butterfly and a rose, while Chelsea added that a bird would look good as well.

She looked at him in surprise, but his eyes were still closed. He merely held her hand silently, with their fingers interlocking. On such a night, their fingertips entwined as they exchanged warmth. Caleb was still very weak, so she could have easily freed herself with a slight struggle. Nonetheless, she did nothing. Caleb's lips curved in a small smile, and he truly fell asleep this time. His injuries were too severe to stay awake all night. … Meanwhile, Chelsea was waiting outside Kensington Gardens, but she could not enter because the security guards would not let her in.

Chelsea had finally learned to stand against it , instead of running away at the horrendous sight of its hairy body . " Just die already !" snarled Chelsea angrily as she got on her knees . Summoning the last bit of her mana , she called out to Juniper . Her hand shimmered with greenish hue , the ground trembled and sharply pointed wooden stakes the size of tree trunks spourted out of the floor . 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 .

The best way to achieve that was to bind him to her. He could give her his last name, his status, and everything she wanted, so long as she obediently stayed by his side. He believed that someone as smart as Chelsea wouldn't reject his proposal. When Chelsea awoke, she curled up under the blanket and snuggled against her pillow. Her long hair fanned across the bed, and she looked soft and supple. The bedsheet and blanket were both black. Tobey had always liked dull things. Or rather, he thought that this color contrasted the paleness of her skin perfectly, making the difference more striking.

I pulled the throw blanket higher up her body before walking over to the only bookshelf in her room, grabbing a little lockbox that sits on the top wooden panel. I brought it back to her, setting it onto her lap, and she reaches over to her nightstand, pulling out a little key. I sit on stool beside her bed, watching as she unlocks the box, beginning to rummage through the tiny mess. I can only see small glimpses of papers, maybe pictures, and some other little trinkets as she tries to hide what she's doing. I raise an eyebrow as she pauses, picking out what looked like a four by six photograph.

Inside the box were carefully arranged items nestled in soft tissue paper. A lavender-scented candle. A bottle of rose-infused bath oil. A silk sleep mask embroidered with tiny flowers. Herbal tea sachets in a small tin labeled Calm Evening Blend. A jar of organic honey. A bar of handmade oatmeal soap. And at the bottom lay a pair of soft cream-colored socks beside a delicate ceramic mug that read: Take care of yourself. Chelsea let out a quiet laugh. It was… adorable. Thoughtful. Soft. Her fingers lingered on the mug as warmth spread through her chest.

Apparently, stringing Joshua along wasn't enough—Natasha had to flirt with other men, too. Carly suppressed her disgust and sneered. "The Jeffords family's emblem is embroidered on this blanket." The Jeffords family's gold, gleaming logo was embroidered prominently on the blanket. Anyone from Topola could tell it was from the Jeffords family. "You don't have to pretend you don't know. It's hideous." Carly was not polite in her speech. She hated pretentious people the most. Having been scolded by Carly for no proper reason, Natasha was visibly confused. "I'm hideous?"