Chelsea Van Der Zee Novels & Stories

the man looked at her pale complexion and hurried to help her lie down . This time Chelsea didn't act stubborn , the moment she stood up , her entire head felt as if someone has spilt it open . " Who're you ?" said Chelsea nervously, after knowing that someone tried to harm her in ber past life she couldn't bring herself to trust anyone . " I'm Zain , high priest pupil and heir . " said Zain ushering Chelsea to drink some more water . Chelsea drank a little just for the sake of it but Cici's words choked her up .

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

she even laughed looking at me. I’m struggling to carry all these heavy things and yet she has the audacity to laugh at me. “Don’t worry. If today’s work becomes successful, I will treat you” “You said that. You’ll grant what I want” “Sure” After putting everything in the car, we left to where she will be working. Chelsea is an interior designer and she’s good at it. She already worked with some of the big names in the country and she’s a popular designer. I commend her for her creativity.

How could she miss the chance to put the doubt in his heart? “I believe Elizabeth is not like this,” he said adamantly. Chelsea snorted, “You believe her? That is so naive of you. I have seen too many uncultured girls like her. They would do anything for money. What’s more, She is a worker in Ford Industries, and hooking up with the higherups is not unheard of in this town" “Enough!” Christian got up from his seat. Chelsea was taken aback. Immediately, she followed Christian and got up angrily, holding back her tears as she shouted, “You yelled at me, Christian? You yelled at me for this woman?”

My inhale of air seem to be hitching, my chest rising even as Zeath rubs my back. Cross has a gun as well. Between he and Chelsea, I’m sure he took the first shot that brought Vietili down, as Chelsea isn’t such a pro to aim so neatly like that in such thick darkness. “Chelsea, w… what are you doing?” I manage to ask. The girl giggles. “It’s good you still know my face…” she twists her lips down as she utters the next word as if disgusting the formation of it alone… “Tara.” Then her face brightens again as she grins from ear to ear. “Remember Yesli?”

James shook his head as a gesture to Jackson that Calvin was too stubborn to talk. Jackson lit a cigarette and gave it to Calvin. He raised his head and looked at Jackson before moving his gaze to James again. He took the cigarette. After taking a few puffs, Jackson spoke, “Calvin, do you remember Chelsea Moss?” The name made Calvin’s hand tremble. Jackson continued, “Chelsea is a well-known gynecologist in South City. She has a very good relationship with the secretary’s wife. Do you know who the secretary’s wife is?” Calvin turned a deaf ear to Jackson’s words and continued smoking in silence.

Her words brought a soft smile to my lips - She had taken the bait, finally things could move forward from here. She packed the files back into the envelope, a greedy smirk carved on her lips. Her thoughts and intentions were clear from the start, but i turned a blind eye to it - no matter what she did, it would all be in my best interests. "Huh, we've been acquainted for long. Yet we haven't exchanged names formally, although i already know yours." - She stretched out her right hand for a handshake. " I'm Carmella DeVille, it's been a pleasure working with you."

Chelsea adds. "Apphia!"

TRUTH OR DARE {Playlist Suggestion: "Money Power Glory" by Lana Del Rey} ~ZOE POV~ The hallway leading to Chelsea's apartment always smelled like a combination of boiled cabbage and wet carpet, but today, there was a new scent layered underneath. Trouble. I couldn't explain it. Maybe it was the fact that Chelsea hadn't texted me back since our hopeless coffee shop meeting yesterday. Maybe it was the way my instincts had been buzzing like a downed power line ever since she mentioned The Mirage.

Shotz and I exchanged looks. “It’s almost a compliment, I guess,” he muttered. “Do you know who Vlad and Elain are?” I asked, as they both sounded only vaguely familiar. “Yes, I want to hear the actual message,” Zane told the phone. “Vlad works with me in the mine,” he said. “Well, he’s my superior, really.” “Elain DeChapple is an I*******m influencer with about five million followers,” Melissa said. “She focuses on human rights violations.”