Chelsea Yeah Fanfic Novels & Stories

"You're screwing your own brother and you want to know how could I? I was just scouting a new job; I had no idea the two of you would set things up so nicely for me. Perfect timing, I have to say. Your father will be pleased." My blood is fucking boiling, but Delaney is the one who looks like she's going to explode. She walks up to Chelsea and slaps her so hard across the face that the sound echoes in the hallway. Chelsea puts her hand to her cheek. "You stupid, spoiled bitch. You're going to fucking regret that," she says. Then she directs her attention to me. "And you – you white trash, entitled, lazy shit. I knew there was something wrong with you when you turned me down in Vegas. It turn

Chelsea's POV Someone once told me that we all have our demons and their job is solely to prick our minds and show us a fragment of hell whilst whispering in our ears. But why show me a fragment when I can bring the whole hell to your very own doorstep. My name is Chelsea .A. Mateo , the A is for Amanda but only my Mom gets to call me that name.Unlike everyone else, I know my demons, their names and their home addresses. Some call me a nerd but I don’t let that bother me, I just want to make my Mom proud with straight A's.My demons came in the form of all the boys I've known especially Ethan and his father. I used to attend Bridgerton High School till my parents got a divorce. My parents alw

Chelsea yells. “Really then why am I living with them?” Ty asked. “You fucking bitch.” Chelsea says. She reaches out to slap Ty’s face but moves to the side as Chelsea ends up on her ass. Chelsea jumps back up and goes to hit Ty but is blocked. Ty doesn’t miss when she throws her punch, and the crunching of broken bones resonates throughout the cafeteria. Chelsea gets up and charges Ty. I grab Ty around the waist, and Killian grabs Chelsea as we pull them apart. Ty barely has a scratch on her. Chelsea, on the other hand, is not as lucky. Ty is pissed, and her eyes are glowing.

She danced out of my reach, flipping through the pages with a look of pure delight on her face. My journal has had different fantasies about Carlson ever since I had the opportunity to be the hockey team journalist. Now it's in the hands of Celeste. I'm so doomed. "Oh my God," she said, her eyes scanning the page. "Cheryl. This is... this is disgusting." "Give it back right now." She held it above her head, reading aloud. "'I wonder what his hands would feel like. Not in a weird way. Okay, in a weird way. In a very weird way.'" She looked up at me. "You're actually obsessed with him. This is pathological."

Chelsea was right there in front of me on the dance floor, dancing, laughing with some guy whose hands was on her hips. For one second, I honestly thought my eyes were lying to me. Jessica turned her head, trying to follow my line of sight. "Who's that? You know her?" My eyes weren't kidding. That was Chelsea and she looked like she was enjoying herself. Because the guy moved closer, pressing his body against hers and she didn't shove him away. Her body brushed his, following the rhythm of the music. She tilted her head back, laughing at something he whispered into her ear.

Chelsea smiled grimly , no wonder , Rogue was so cruel to her , in his eyes whatever he did was never wrong ! " You left me to die !" said Chelsea throwing these words at him " You left me alone , left me to sit outside your dormitory an entire night , not coming out , never . You didn't even showed up when I fainted , it took you an entire day , your highness to show your concern to me " Chelsea was smiling in such a way that it looked worse than crying " But even when you sent your concerned , it didn't came in your hands, it came in the hands of your aide ! Even after this do you think your highness, I will still want you ? You made it clear to me that the only woman you will ever want ,

She gave a small, certain nod. "Good girl," he smiled, the words a low, vibrating hum against her lips as he claimed her mouth once more. As he eased himself into her, the world narrowed to the point of contact. Chelsea gasped, a sharp whimper escaping her as she shivered, her fingers digging into the damp muscles of his back for support. For a few heartbeats, her mind spiraled through the sudden, overwhelming fullness—a pressure that bordered on pain.

Jeffrey let out a grumbling moan while ramming his thick deep inside her. Chelsea gasping for air. Her petite body shuddered at the very sight. When Chelsea walked downstairs, her mind was wrought with pain and headache, and dizziness. Her whole world crumbling down instantly. She wanted to let out all her pain, but the tears didn't even fall. Her eyes were as dry as a desert. 'Huk! Huk!' she felt like throwing up. Never once had she thought that her fiance would sleep with her sister, Halsey, on their wedding day!