Chelsea Yeah Fanfic Novels & Stories

"We almost fell for your act! And you're still pretending now?" My arm fell limply. In my final moments of consciousness, all I hoped for was to never see Chelsea again—not in my next life, not ever. … Third-Person POV Meanwhile, after Patrick's mother's surgery was done, Chelsea went straight into the wedding with Patrick without missing a beat. But when the time came to exchange rings, her mind was filled with images of Wyatt. He had looked so haggard that day at the hospital, and she couldn't quite shake off the uneasiness within her.

His voice carries through the room like it owns the air. “One more thing you should know. Claire is my fiancée now. No one touches her. No one threatens her. No one contacts her. If any of you so much as think about coming near her again, you’ll deal with me. And Tyler?” Connor’s eyes lock on him with pure ice. “Kill the dream. Claire doesn’t want you back. She never did. She was just too loyal to see what a weak, lying piece of shit you really are.” The words hit like a slap. Tyler’s face goes white then red. My father looks like he might shift on the spot. The whole room feels like it’s about to explode.

She tilted her head, like putting two and two together. “Hi,” Yulia said carefully. Celeste smiled brightly. “Hi! I’m Celeste,” she said, walking closer and extending a hand. “Kendrick’s cousin.” Yulia shook it slowly. “Yulia.” “I know.” That made Yulia pause. Celeste smirked. “He doesn’t talk a lot, but I know a lot now.” I stepped forward. “Celeste.” “What?” she said innocently. “I’m just being honest.” Yulia looked between us now, more awake. More alert. “Oh… okay…”

He pushed Leah against the wall, one leg wedged between hers, one hand pinning both of her wrists above her head. “I have to go. Bye.” Before I could speak, the call ended. Dylan kissed Leah’s collarbones hungrily, his eyes burning with a green-tinted desire. “Tonight, I’m finally doing you.” Leah looked up at him provocatively. “Well, that depends on whether you make me feel good.” Watching my future mate and my dearest sister tangled together, I couldn’t hold myself back from throwing the car door open. As I ran straight toward them, Dylan’s face went pale. He instinctively tried to explain, but before he could say a word, my palm cracked hard across his cheek.

She asked with a grimace face. "What?" Eliana turned to her friend and chuckled. "Of course he knows." She already felt lighter in her chest. "The footballer Jenny was talking about is her father." Chelsea had her mouth in "O." She continued. "Well that makes sense." She chuckled, remembering what her friend was saying about Axel being a baby daddy. "Damn girl. You really have a thing for footballers, don't you?" Chelsea said, nudging her shoulder playfully. "You can say that." Eliana said, letting out a heavy breath. "I overreacted back there, didn't I?" She couldn't help but feel that way. Now that the heaviness has lessened in her chest.

“How do you even know each other?” “He is my uncle,” I stated. “You just became even cooler!” “Who is the fan girl?” Issa asked me with an amused smile. Ashley shot out her hand for a handshake. “Ashley West, Sophomore of Canis Academy and Editor of The Campus Herald Journalist Club, Oh, and Yulia’s best friend,” she added in quick succession. Issa took her hand and shook it softly. “Well, I would introduce myself, but I have a feeling you already know everything about me,” Issa replied with a smile.

I deliberately tapped on a video. The moment I pressed play, obscene audio filled the space between us. Jenna's face turned pale. Henry's low, hoarse voice echoed clearly. "Jenna, right now, who do you like more? Me, or Chris?" Back then, she hadn't hesitated for even a second. "You. How could he compare? You're so much more interesting!" "Then let's play a game. He's a fashion designer, right? How about we let him design our wedding outfits?"

The door closes behind him with a soft click that echoes like a gunshot. I curse under my breath, running my hands through my hair. When I turn around, Chelsea is already moving. She grabs her cart and shoves it forward with enough force to rattle the wheels. I catch her arm before she can escape. "Don't take what he said to heart. Old bastard just loves sticking his nose where it doesn't belong." Chelsea stops, but she doesn't look at me. "Which part of what he said was wrong?" The question hits like a punch to the gut.

Chelsea was already seated at our usual corner table, her eyes scanning the menu. "Hey," I greeted, sliding into the seat across from her.​ She looked up, a smile spreading across her face. "Hey yourself. You look like you haven't slept in days."​ I sighed, stirring the sugar into my coffee. "That's because I haven't. It's Jeff."​ Chelsea's expression shifted to one of concern. "What did he do now?"​ I recounted our conversation in the park, detailing his admission of regret and his desire to rekindle what we once had. Chelsea listened intently, her brow furrowing deeper with each word.​

He nibbled on my lower lips, forcing his tongue into my mouth kissing me as if his life depended on the kiss. My hands found their way around Nicholas's neck while I kissed him back. We broke from the kiss and Nicholas rested his head on my forehead. "I never stopped loving you even though you wanted a mutual relationship," Nicholas said and I blushed. Confessing my feeling to him made me happy and relieved. "What happens to Chelsea now?" I asked and he chuckled. Does my question sound funny?. "Chelsea is neither my girlfriend nor my best friend, she's my cousin" Nicholas finally said.