Chelsea Rhody Novels & Stories

"Pork ribs again? You just had it yesterday." "But I still want it today," Chelsea whined, snuggling into her arms. "Alright, I'll make them for you." Rosalie could never refuse such an adorable girl. She spoiled her daughter completely, giving her all the love she had. "Chels, Mommy has a question for you." "What is it?" "If Mommy takes you back to Blencalgo, would you be willing to go?" Chelsea blinked in confusion. "Mommy, are you going back to Blencalgo?"

She was good looking, but he was not here for Chelsea’s cousin, so he shook her hand briefly and followed her into the house. Rohan had asked “where is Chelsea?” “Chelsea went to purchase some items in a nearby store, she would be back in about forty minutes.” She lied to him. The truth was that Chelsea had been abducted by Meggi’s gang. “should I offer you your favourite drink?” she asked with a wide smile. ‘How did she know my favourite drink?’ Rohan was wondering in his heart. As if she knew what he was thinking, she said to him “Chelsea had told me that you don’t take alcohol, so she showed me the drink to entertain you with until she comes back.”

"Now you seem concerned." Chelsea extended her arm to shake the other woman's hand, but the small redhead ignored the gesture, and instead, came in for a tight hug. She was just a little shorter than Chelsea, so the top of her head just about knocked Chelsea in the chin as she pressed her boobs against the newcomer. Not knowing what else to do and not wanting to seem rude, Chelsea embraced the other woman, hugging her back. As she did, she peered over the lady's head at the others in the room and suddenly felt as if she was fresh meat for a wolf pack. Perhaps I should have listened to Darren. "I'm Aggie," the tiny redhead said. "Welcome to Tucker's Hideaway. We just love this place because i

Catching our breath, Dylan and I were nestling against each other after he finally shot his juice inside of me. "I feel so blessed to have you in my life, Cherry." Dylan said while running fingers through my hair. "Everything would be perfect if..." Dylan's sudden stop reminded me of the mess Chelsea caused to our life. "Remember the stalker during our honeymoon in Maldives?” Chelsea's dark green hair surfaced in my mind right in time. “The stalker? What's with her? Wasn't she a big fan of your designing? ” “Not really." Taking a deep breath, I managed to suppress the creepy feeling crawling back to my system.

I smiled as I saw Raphal give Ruby a rose. He had carefully removed the thorns from the stem. Ruby wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. Raphal could hardly be pried away from Ruby's side, and she was equally smitten with him. In her curiosity, she had agreed to the strange conditions revolving around their first meeting four days ago. Raphal had been really strict with showing how sacred the mate bond and Ruby felt the same way. It’s been a week and they had barely left each other's side. Raphal got accepted in the pack and performed the acceptance ritual yesternight.

"Gosh! Well, my honeybunch is the same for me. But you know, if you were single, I would definitely vote Dylan as your forever!" "Hmm..." "Here he is! Isn't he handsome?" She show me her cellphone and I was surprised to see who it was. "That's Dylan..." "Dylan Rios," she said. "It's too bad you didn't make it to the bar! When you left he came too." I met his gaze. "I know him already, Chelsea." Her eyes widened. "What? How?" I told her where I first met his cousin, and she was very happy because according to her, maybe it was fate, while I staring again at Dylan's photo on her cellphone.

As soon as we got into Chelsea’s car, she immediately started listing all the things that were on the agenda for my hens party. Wine tasting, makeup, high tea at Aimee’s, river cruise, cocktail making and dinner, strippers... the list went on. To be fair, only one of those activities was something I had asked for. Chelsea stops the car outside of a beautiful, renovated courthouse, which is known as The Barrel now. Laura and Kate squeal excitedly when they see me and place a bride-to-be sash around me, along with a pink, feathery tiara. I send them all a raised eyebrow, daring them to give the remainder of a silly costume, but neither of them has anything else.

he simply said as he stared outside. "Remember, this new place should be adaptable and resourceful. I'm looking to host weddings, conventions, school events, parties, and a whole plethora of other events. It should be appealing." "I understand." "I interviewed a few people, but none were convincing. I did, however, see an ad about this new company opening up here soon." "How soon?" "I'm not sure. Chelsea is looking into it." "Aaahhh, Chelsea," Mr. Rhodes smiled. Dorian knew what was coming next. Mr. Rhodes had tried setting Dorian and Chelsea up for the longest while before he got sick.

"Of course not, Chelsea. I am not crazy!" Chelsea smiled wickedly at Catherine. Having turned up for gym class the next day in the same clothes as the previous day, she couldn't blame her; she was running out of yoga pants and she was too busy thinking about her secret husband to do her laundry. Catherine smiled and took another sip of her morning cappuccino. Thinking about how open-minded and how crazy her friends were, she just hoped she had Chelsea's confidence. Not that she didn't have it, but she was not as confident as she was. Chelsea was a part-time model, with a look to die for: tall and petite with remarkable green eyes that seemed to convince anyone that she was nothing but kind a

She felt a growing empathy for Chelsea, recognizing that her preconceptions and insecurities had clouded her judgment. "Tell me, Mrs. Willows," Hilary ventured cautiously, "what is it that Chelsea truly desires? Beyond wealth and status, what brings her joy and fulfillment?" A wistful smile graced Mrs. Willows' lips, and a flicker of pride shone in her eyes. "Chelsea has always had a creative spirit," she revealed. "She finds solace in art, in the written word, and in connecting with others on a deeper level. Beneath the veneer of luxury, she yearns for meaningful connections and the freedom to pursue her passions."