Chelsea Van Der Zee Novels & Stories

she finally looked him in the eyes. There is vulnerability there, sadness and confusion. "Who?" it doesn't matter. Even though love is not a sin, emotions are not a part of an Angel. They should stay neutral. Her sin is that she loved a demon. "Azzazal" his eyes widened. They can't be together. Azzazal is the next lord of the Underworld and she is now a human. Even she must know that. Althea is pure, innocent to this world, but she is not stupid.

Fortunately, that child is the sweetest girl and my best friend. Chloe pulled out two dresses. One is light pink with puffy arms and a skirt reaching just above the knees. The second is an ocean blue spaghetti strap pencil dress similar in length. "Chloe, we are going to school! Not the club," Skyla says, folding her arms in annoyance. I somewhat agreed with her but at the same time I am curious about what Zander would do if I wore that dress to school. "It might not be a bad idea?" I mumble. Both sets of eyes snap up to mine surprised that I commented.

She hadn't expected that the Vano Carlos referred to was her senior in college. Chelsea distinctly remembered how nerdy Vano was. The girl contacted Indri again, unable to hide her surprise. "Indri, I can't bear the thought of seducing Carlos's son," Chelsea complained. Biting her lower lip, she tried to find the right words to convey the news. "Why? Is he not attractive? Or..." "He's Vano Wijaya, our senior in college," Chelsea interrupted before Indri could ramble. "W-what...? Vano Wijaya? That nerd? Oh..."

K•E•L•S•I:::: The sport teacher asked him to introduce himself. "My name is Lexy Ideh", his smooth voice came out "Ideh?" That Sounds familiar....... I thought sitting at the front row in other to watch the match properly. Well, alot of people bears that name, so there is nothing wrong with it being a coincidence. We had sport that morning, I watched the guys played football it was SS1 science department VS SS1 Commercial department that Friday, girls were cheering guys were whistling encouraging their various departments.

There stood a woman in her ivory gown, bringing composure and contempt to her aroma. "Ms. Beth," the maid spoke with a lowered head, "his Highness has brought her here. A fleeting expression of astonishment flitted across her countenance. She blinked. "Alpha brought her here?" As the maid nodded, she scanned me from head to toe and her expression went desolate. "Who are you?" "My name is Chelsea Cadeel." Sarcasm filled Ms. Beth's gaze before she responded, "Little girl, your name will never matter here, only your position will."

Assuming she could notice my nerves, Nancy reached over and gave my hand a squeeze before the elevator doors opened. "You'll be fine, I promise." She reassured, giving me a small smile. Walking up to two men, Nancy greeted and kissed them both on the cheek before turning back to me. "James, Alexander, I want you to meet Eve Daniels -Alex's assistant and our exhibit designer. She's responsible for the room we're standing in." Nancy explained, a proud look on her face. "Bonsoir," I greeted, giving them both a kiss on the cheek as well. "Ravi de vous rencontrer." Good evening, nice to meet

Danika Williams After my chat with Elizabeth, my heart felt lighter. I was glad that she has become a strong woman and has such a wonderful man like Nathaniel Lachlan as her husband. I would have died with guilt if I would have ended up ruining her life like my mother has ruined mine.

I called Elijah, my tech guy. “what?” he groaned. I rolled my eyes. “find me David from the college” I hear him type somethings and shuffle around. “there are 50 David’s, which one?” “streamline to psychology’ “about 5 of them” “send me all their pictures and names via email, I’m waiting” the images popped into my email and I printed all of them out. I took the pictures back to Camila and asked her to point out which one was her David. She was hesitant but after some persuasion she pointed at David O’Connor. I pecked her forehead and walked out of the room to make a phone call. I called the vice-chancellor of the college.

When Gisselle and the other one arrived at the place they had agreed on, Chelsea was stirring her coffee in a daze. She only reacted when they had all walked up to her. "What's wrong? Didn't you wake up?" Gisselle teased. She turned to the quiet woman next to her and said, "This is my best friend I told you about. Her name is Chelsea, and she is the one looking for an assistant." Chelsea came back to her senses and hurriedly asked them to sit down. Gisselle introduced, "Chelsea, this is Maeve Salazar. She is four years older than us. I usually call her Maeve. You called me early to meet me. Fortunately, Maeve is free. Why did you get up so early today?"