Chelsea Rhody Novels & Stories

Chelsea looked at pink lining envelope and had a sense of forbidding rise in her heart . " Lydia Smith , Mi'lady "Cici answered her question at once and Chelsea groaned .Lydia- how can she forget that little monsterity ? The girl was a psychotic hopeless romantic . Why psychotic? Because she had a rather weird passion for pink - anything , whatever she owned had to be covered in pink . Chelsea once had the ' honour ' to visit , Lydia's room and the room was so incredible that its image was still burnt in Chelsea's mind . The moment Chelsea stepped into Lydia's room it was as if a hundreds or thousands of pink confetti had exploded , showering everything under their radius with pink .

She answered. Chantelle, I need you to get ready for the party. "Don't tell me you've forgotten that today's is Damien birthday". Rosemary said. "No ma'ma I can't forget" . Chantelle said. We're expecting visitors in a few hours, and there's a lot to do." Chantelle looks up from the floor, her hands covered in soap suds. "What do you need me to do?" she asks. Her aunty continues, "You need to vacuum the living room, mop the kitchen floor, and set the table for dinner. " I believe you can handle that cause you've been doing it for years now". Rosemary said. I think the work will be much for me, please I'll be needing help. Chantelle said. "Will you shut it". Rosemary said. We've been feeding,

Sophia Celastio “Of course, I’ll come silly.” I chuckled through the phone. “You have to Sophia, or else I’ll kill you.” Chelsea said. “Yes, your highness.” “Oh by the way! Me, Rachel, Devina and Gabby are going to Maldives this summer. Wanna join?” She asked. Chelsea Toramour is a really friendly, we just met 1 month ago but we clicked so fast. She introduced me to her friends and we all clicked immediately. They’re really funny and outgoing, I’m really happy to be here.

It showed off her chest area because of its plunging neckline that was attached to a draped skirt detailing top-notch embroidery and a back-hidden zipper with padded shoulders. Chelsea walked into the room with a wide smile. "Someone might not come back home tonight," she joked. "Chelsea!" Sarah tried to push the dress to cover her boobs. Chelsea smiled and went to her room, grabbing a red scarf. "Use this," she said. Sarah thanked her and sighed in relief. The doorbell rang, and Chelsea ran to the door. "Hello, beautiful," Liam waved clad in a tuxedo. Chelsea brushed, staring at the gorgeous man. Sarah walked out to join the two.

Rowan felt that there was something Chelsea was keeping from her. Chelsea hesitated, visibly flustered. “O-of course, Ma’am. I don’t know this boy,” she stammered, her voice trembling as she looked to Gilbert for support. Gilbert seemed uncertain, his expression unreadable. “Mrs. Rowan, I trust Chelsea. She’s never been married before. There’s no way she could have a child this age.” Julia Brown stepped in to help Chelsea. “Not being married doesn’t mean she’s never given birth,” Estelle quipped, her gaze piercing as she stood up.

"That's right. Do you have a moment? Let's talk." Halsey asked, "You're in Lhassaria too?" Chelsea chuckled. "I am. In fact, I'm staying at the same guesthouse as you." A slow smile spread across Halsey's face. "You're the one who bought the Snowpeak Bloom, aren't you?" She had been wondering who had gotten to it first. It felt too deliberate. And the moment she heard Chelsea's voice, Halsey just knew—it was her.

Popular was an understatement. He swallowed his pride, inwardly grateful that the bartender was with another client and didn't witness the humiliation. "We haven't been properly introduced. I'm Dylan Cross, CEO of Cross Enterprises, the leading company in Miami" he extended his hand for a shake. He had expected to faze her but she wasn't. She took his hand and turned to face him. "And I'm Chelsea Landore. I just arrived from Atlanta" she smiled.

Chelsea was so angry that her face turned red. She grabbed the quilt and wrapped herself up. She turned her back to him and her ears were red. She was not shy, but angry. Russell leaned over and propped up his elbow to support his head. He looked at Chelsea's embarrassed state. After admiring enough, he said slowly, "Anerossy is the capital of diamonds. 90% of the best diamonds in our country come from there. The diamonds there are the best in both purity and cutting. There are also many rare colors."

K.E.L.S.I::: on Tuesday evening I decided to follow her to Mr Raphael residence to assist her with the duties. Mom called me to help her with the dish, sitting outside the varenda before I was called, i left the Novel I was reading and walked to the kitchen, after everything was done and set, we went back home and that was when I realized I forgot my book.

How was I going to tell Chelsea that our mother—the same mother that birthed her and treated her like a princess—treated me like a piece of trash, abused me, had men molest me for money, had me kidnapped for money… Nearly shot me with a gun… for money… Money had always been Rhoda’s driving force. She didn’t care who got hurt as long as she had money to take care of herself. She was selfish and neglectful, but for some reason, she had Chelsea, and she changed. Kinda. “That’s… complicated, Chels. I didn't even know you existed because our mother never told me—” “She told me you ran away,” she said softly. My jaw clenched. Fucking Rhoda.