Chelsea Van Der Zee Novels & Stories

he said sarcastically. Cassandra smiled a little as she started tying his tie. “Let me give you some quick notes on everyone so you won’t be at dinner like a bump on a log not knowing what’s what and who’s who. Chastity and Chelsea are the youngest Van Dyke sisters. They’re twins but not identical.” “Yes, I remember two of them were twins at the very least.” “Chelsea is married to Derek Dawson. They just had a baby a few months ago. A boy named Davidson.”

Chelsea was frozen to her bones. Her gaze was fixed on the man for almost a minute after she heard him call her birth name. It was a name that seemed as distant as the life attached to it. Laura Christian was a version of her that died several years ago. The death of that version bore life to who she was now, Chelsea Landore.

"Well, you got it right. I have been a bit of a nervous wreck since yesterday thanks to the test." Vanessa turned to look at her seriously, "Do you know Emma Willow's Monique painting?" "Yes," Chelsea replied unable to understand where the conversation was headed. "Are you confident you can pull off something like that?" "Of course, I can." "Can you try to make something better than Monique?" Chelsea hesitated, the said Monique of Emma's was Chelsea's work. Emma was talented as an artist and had the crowd on her side, but more than half of her famous works were Chelsea's.

"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

"I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground." I flew in front of Elspeth and whispered to her ear, "Even you, Elspeth… don’t have the capability to overpower me."

Chef waved at me with his hand towel, he's always waving that at someone. "It's a conference meeting, so expect Josh, Marcel and Devon to be there" Camila says while counting on her fingers and staring at the ceiling, trying to remember who will be in the meeting. "Now, are you sure having both your lovers in the same meeting is sane?" Mira asks in a hushed tone, receiving a light tap on the forehead from Chef.

No am not; Isabella replied Tell me the truth mummy "Did dad get you angry? Or is me that make you angry Celine asked. Am not angry at you, am only angry at Dad nonchalance attitude.isabella replied She couldn't suppress her smile as angry as she was because of Celine Please don't be angry,she said this touching her mummy face. Silly girl, Isabella smiles Let go home now,i will bake your favourite chocolate cake for you.she increase the speed of her drive CELINE was very excited hearing this,she so much love chocolate cake, she's screaming as Isabella increased the speed of her drive,she love driving and flaunting her new drive. They arrived home and met Steve inside the parlor watching new

“Hold on, okay? Hold on.” Not now, not now. Tears flowed from her eyes, she can't die just like that. Just when they knew the truth. Everybody went silent. They gathered around the priestess of Virsathen and the great elf witch. “There’s no need.” The witch held onto Inwë’s hand to stop her. “I have already finished the Creator’s task for me. I finally found you, the witch heiress and my niece. I know Estelel is happy, wherever she maybe. Her soul can now be freed from the Virsathen. I may now rest my soul.”

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

Her eyes narrowed into a calculating scan, dissecting Moza from head to toe. "What exactly is your connection to Mr. Dastan? Are you perhaps slated to become his second wife?" Chelsea interrogated, her cadence half-steeped in pure disdain. Before Moza could formulate a denial or explanation, Chelsea pressed forward flatly, her manicured eyebrows arching sharply. "However, your appearance is far too plain. A universe removed from Estella." Chelsea deliberately dropped the name of Dastan's ex-wife with intimate familiarity, carefully monitoring Moza's reaction.