Chelsea Gabriella Novels & Stories

And even though Gabriella wasn’t married – she was enjoying her youth by making married women like herself weep. She continued to scroll through her phone – looking for some tangible information on Gab. Anything to blackmail her. She wasn’t about to become like Didi. Or probably he was reincarnating himself into her. She was just frustrated about the countless women who were ready to snatch her man from her. And Gab had to be the longest mistress to ever be with James. Surely there must be something special about her. She was sure to get something to use against her. As she continued to search intently, at last, she found something she never thought possible.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

Elijah's P.O.V "Your coffee" I turn in my chair to look at Camila. Her low voice gets me every time, I don't know he her voice is so calm all the time and barely audible. She stood by my desk, dressed in an oversized grey dress shirt, with only a few buttons open, revealing her cresent moon necklace, a pair of black skinny jeans with rips in the knees and by the height she's standing, I'm guessing ankle boots. Her hair was cascading down her shoulders in amazing curls as she displayed her beautiful taunting smile.

She resembles the elderly woman very much with a friendly and pure aura around her. When she noticed I was observing her she smiled at me gently. I returned her smile. I instantly liked her. Jessa came forward , stood beside that elderly woman and placed her hands on the woman's shoulder. "This Gabriela Hudson. She is a designer and has her own boutique in the pack . She has been designing for the royal family for thirty years.Her dresses are fabulous. Usually I do not wear dresses but Gabby's are the best" Jessa said with a fondness in her voice. She had been gloomy since college started but happiness was evident on her face.

Gabriel’s eyes gleamed at the sight of it. My cheeks reddened. “What is that? That’s not mine—” Damn, Chelsea. She deliberately did this. I shut my eyes briefly, and then I snatched the tiny piece of fabric from Gabriel’s hand. He had an amused expression across his lips. “What’s wrong?” he asked, smirking. “Chelsea.” I grimaced. “I don’t wear anything like that,” I tried to reason. Gabriel would probably assume I was some type of woman who wears sexy stuff used for seducing.

Her caramel-like scent that entered my nose drew me to her, almost perfect body, and her beautiful face. Even though Gabriella isn't particularly tall, she still has a lot to be proud of in terms of her physical beauty, which was something I will admit. I would put her height at 5'5 to 5'7 feet. With her cherry-colored lips, her doe-like eyes, and her flawless porcelain complexion, it seemed as if she had been transported straight from heaven! If she were to be styled similarly to how Princess Amanda was when we went out and go to the bar, she would be even more stunning than Princess Amanda. But despite this, I don't think it makes me crazy to take him on as my Mate!

Sarah was now wiping her tears. "Seriously, he is way better looking than Liam," Chelsea winked. "Now I understand why you obey his commands," she smiled. "And you are ten times more handsome than that, George in the tabloids." "Chelsea!" Sarah yelled. She had had enough. "Leave!" she yelled. "Fine, I will be in my room," she smiled. "But just so you know, I am now team cri... I mean, team hot dangerous cream pie," she said, waving goodbye.

whispered Gabriella softly. I could feel her warmth burning through her cheongsam outfit. I pushed her long hair aside to kiss her ear. Gabriella's lips then traced my nose and jaw. I could breathe the clean smell of the village girl from the Qing Dynasty. I held Gabriella's palms as she let go of her bated breath.

When Chelsea found out that she was the most talked about topic online, she was completely taken aback. 1 Chelsea Leigh D. Buenavista, who won the Jade Fashion Design Competition, is being investigated for possible instances of plagiarism. "What the heck is going on?!" As Chelsea held the phone up to her ear, her hands began to shake uncontrollably. "No!" Chelsea yelled while simultaneously putting her phone face down on the table. [Chelsea? Are you okay?] Kent inquired, but Chelsea was too distracted by her conflicting feelings to pay attention to what he had to say.

That was when she saw her. A tall woman in a red dress, slim waist, long legs, skin smooth like glass. She looked expensive. Confident And dangerous. The woman turned and smiled like she’d been expecting Kate. “You must be Kate,” her voice was soft but sharp. Kate frowned. “And you are?” “I’m Gabriella,” she said. “William’s past. His real past.” Kate blinked. “I don’t understand.” Gabriella stepped closer. “Oh, you do. You’re his new wife, right? The contract girl.”