Chelsea Rhody Novels & Stories

Chelsea continued to berate herself for her actions the previous night. After returning from Ryan's apartment that morning, she locked herself in her room and asked for permission to skip her hospital practice. Chelsea claimed she was unwell, but her absence was due to her overwhelming guilt and shame. She couldn't believe she had allowed herself to drink alcohol, especially considering her inability to tolerate it. Furthermore, she realized the risk involved when Ryan didn't use protection during their encounter. What if she got pregnant?

Right then, she glanced past his shoulder and noticed someone inside the room. "You said you want to be alone and cry. But, thank you for the coffee." He mumbled as he took the mug from her hand and realized she was trying too hard to peek inside the room. Blocking her view, he narrowed his gaze. "What?" Chelsea forced herself to stop and let out a soft sigh. "Just curious. Is there someone inside?" She was very sure that she had seen someone's back. It must be a woman. She had shoulder length hair which was red and thick. But the bizarre part was she would be as tall as Alastair.

Once Chelsea finally finishes saying goodbye to Rojo and her catfish, I lead her into the house to show her her room. As soon as we enter the front door Chelsea and Caleb stop and stare on in awe at the foyer. When Chelsea notices the fountain with the witches and the wolves she runs over to it laughing.

Chelsea was like an employee who ran into her boss’ biggest secret as she hurried to express her faithfulness, “I promise I won’t tell a single soul! My lips are sealed! Ms. Wolfenden, don’t kill me! I’m good at following orders!” Sadie was amused by her secretary. Kill her? She must have watched too many films! “Leave the car key and go back. I’ll contact you again when the company subsidiary is set up.” “Yes, Ms. Wolfenden! See you!” Chelsea fled right away. Sadie did not say much to Kayson, although Chelsea ran into them being together. The latter was there to deliver the car. She was from Skyspring, so she had returned in advance. Sadie did not want to trouble others and took the train o

She smells fucking great. She’s changed into her uniform- black pants and a white polo with the Cedar Ridge Ski Resort logo embroidered above her left breast- and damn she wears it well. Without the baggy sweatshirt from before, I get a better look at her body. Her boobs aren’t huge by any means, but they’re proportionally big on her small frame, the fabric of her shirt screaming against them. Her white shirt contrasts with the golden tan of her skin tone, and black ink decorates one of her arms, tattoos peeking out from under her shirt sleeve and winding all the way down to her wrist. She’s got this rock and roll edge to her look that gets my dick a little hard wondering how wild she’d ride

To two of them read their respective novels in silence, only making the occasional comment. ~0~ Tyler walked through Ravenhill Cemetery with a rucksack slung over his shoulder, shovel over the other and a torch in his hand, lighting his way. He stopped by a gravestone marked with simply with two letters: MD. The young man set the rucksack and the torch down, making sure to angle it so he had enough light to see by. He glanced around to make sure that no one was watching him before he started to dig.

"You've been ignoring my texts. You won't talk to me. I'm worried about you." "Well, stop worrying. I'm fine." "You're not fine." I kept my voice low, aware that Chase could probably hear everything from the living room. "Talk to me. Please." Another long silence. Then the sound of movement inside the room. Footsteps approaching the door. When it opened, Chelsea stood in the doorway looking like she hadn't slept in days. Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, her eyes red-rimmed and shadowed. She wore an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants, and she hugged her arms around herself like she was trying to hold herself together.

Chapter Two: SIGHTING Later that night, Rojean dolled up to go to a place that was both a nightclub and a bar that everyone was talking about. She was old enough, for sure, especially if she was going to get married soon. But she was never the kind of person to go out on the weekends, to a club or even a bar and always preferred the comfort of their apartment which Lucas didn’t mind at all even when he wanted to go out. She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully.

Chelsea was like an employee who ran into her boss’ biggest secret as she hurried to express her faithfulness, “I promise I won’t tell a single soul! My lips are sealed! Ms. Wolfenden, don’t kill me! I’m good at following orders!” Sadie was amused by her secretary. Kill her? She must have watched too many films! “Leave the car key and go back. I’ll contact you again when the company subsidiary is set up.” “Yes, Ms. Wolfenden! See you!” Chelsea fled right away. Sadie did not say much to Kayson, although Chelsea ran into them being together. The latter was there to deliver the car. She was from Skyspring, so she had returned in advance. Sadie did not want to trouble others and took the train o

“Wait… ride—?” “Don’t ask,” Cheyenne muttered. “Okay, moving on.” She gestured with her hotdog. “That grumpy but lovable alpha over there flipping burgers is Ben, Chelsea’s mate. Chelsea is our resident party queen, storm witch, and total badass luna.” Chelsea winked. “And full-time sarcasm translator.” Cheyenne pointed next to the vampire pair—Isolde and Thorne—both dressed like they’d stepped out of a gothic fashion magazine, even for a casual beach party.