Chelsea Gabriella Novels & Stories

Her eyes were flirtatious. “I’m Gabrielle. Gab for short.” The other girl flashed her even white teeth, and made a 360 turn. Who asked her to?

She should be around the age of twenty-two also. "Aisha is my name. But everyone calls me Sha". Said a girl I think should be a teenager. She is the most beautiful of them all. She should be around eighteen or nineteen years old. She has dimple cheeks. She has tan skin. Black long hair that is tied at the back. She is also taller than I am. She is curvy and I love her pink lips. "Mine is Gabriella". Said the oldest of them all. A woman in her late twenties. Probably around twenty-eight or twenty-nine. She is dark-skinned. I think she is of mixed blood of black and white. She is also beautiful and she has dark brown tight and curly hair.

Caleb may have a bit of strength on me, but I had speed and a hidden strength many underestimated because I am a woman. Moving forward I take a swing to Caleb’s jaw, which he dodges. I anticipate that dodge and catch him with my other fist under his chin knocking him backwards. As he spits out blood from him split lip, he smiles at me as blood runs into his teeth. “Well, well Kate; it looks like you might be hiding some power in that little body,” he says. “Oh Caleb, nobody ever says my body is small – thanks for the compliment, a girl always like to hear she’s small,” I say taunting him.

I am a man that would always come out clean. It was Gabriella Ward. I watched as her olive-eyes scanned the nosy gala until it met mine and she only waved, a smile forming at the corner of her lips. Something that didn't seem to reach her heart. She adjusted the exquisite gown. A midi dress with her auburn hair flowing down and matching with the dress. When she got closer, she brought out her hand forward for a handshake and I cleared my throat. “Creative partner.” “Creative partner?” she repeated, arching a brow. “That’s what you’re calling me now?”

“Hey, baby, look who it is.” Gabriel was busy looking at the menu and was not paying attention to Gene. “What?” he answered but he’s still not paying any attention. “Baby, come on!” “What is it?” he said when she finally got his attention. “It’s Alexandra Nicole, the maker of Créatrice de Mode.” Gabriel looked more starstruck than Gene. He looked pale and was sweating like a pig. “O, hi! You’re the famous Gabriel Anderson. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Chelsea’s voice drop Elena found her tongue. She swallowed and spoke into the phone. “You killed my sister. You killed my baby. Took my company. My husband. And tried to kill me. Of course I had to come back—” “But did you?!!!” Chelsea screeched loudly as she burst into another bout of tears. “Yes, I took everything but you got them back! So did you really have to come back?!!” “Chelsea I–” “No listen to me!” Cheslea cut her short. “This is what I think,”

She had to think positive if she married she would no long have to endure the cruelty of her mother. Cassie sat at the dressing table brushing out her long black wavy hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale a fine porcelain her eye were a piercing color of ember her features were delicate and refined with her high cheek bones and strong jawline. She stood five foot seven inches tall. She was tall for a woman of her time. She had a perfectly sculpted body that turned many heads when she went to town on the rare occasion with her mother. Marcella was a site of beauty standing only five feet two inches tall. Her skin was the same porcelain color her eyes black as night.

“Let me see that.” Iggy turned the laptop toward Caleb. The first thing Caleb noticed was that Cassandra’s cousins looked a lot like her, just without the dreads. The one who was Kennedy had her hair in a layered pixie cut, her skin was dark, she had a button nose and high cheek bones, while the younger one- Kylie, had a cute innocence to her features and the most captivating pair of golden eyes he had ever seen, her hair was a mass of copper coloured curls that framed her oval face and made her even cuter. He thought he got a nice blend of both women in his Cassandra