Serendipity Books Chelsea Novels & Stories

She plucked one book after another, reading the titles aloud with the excitement of a child at an ice - cream shop. "Oh, 'The Chronicles of Aetheria'... ‘seducing Mr Grey’ .... ‘How to drive your Lycan crazy’.... ‘Tales of the Lost Kingdom'... 'Legends and Lore of the Lycan Forest'... "Rise and fall of Lycan-werewolf treaties. “. Sera's voice echoed softly in the quiet library. She carefully selected a few promising books, cradled them in her arms, and found a cozy corner with a plush chair to sit herself comfortably.

Chelsea jostled awake. The book she had been reading dangled in her hand. It was called, The Mystifying Nine Months. Constance had given it to her. Some noise had woken her up. Chelsea thought it was her imagination. She leaned back on the pillow, wondering if she should try to go back to sleep or keep reading. Then she thought she heard grunting outside. “It might be the dogs.” Tippy, the fuzzy white house cat, was quietly snoozing at the foot of the bed. It didn’t seem like she had heard a thing.

She paused when she reached the Erotica Shelf, her curiosity piqued by the bold and suggestive titles. Her gaze settled on a book called "Chaotic Pleasure", the cover art suggestive and alluring. The book seemed to have been untouched for quite some time, a thin layer of dust settling on its spine. Carefully, Celine began to wipe away the dust, her curiosity and desire rising with every passing moment. Celine settled into the plush bed, the book in hand. She opened it eagerly, curious to see what secrets it held. "Let's see what we have here," she murmured, her eyes skimming over the pages. The words began to paint a vivid picture, the story drawing her deeper into its folds.

CASSANDRA The pulsing between my thighs just won’t go away. It’s been there since my lesson yesterday with Rhett, along with a tingling sensation like I’ve been transformed into a bubbling can of lemon seltzer. I press my legs together as I lounge on the green velvet chaise in my room. I’m reading a book Clarisse brought me from the outside world. It’s a romance novel entitledBuilt from Stoneabout a girl who goes hiking and gets caught in a storm, only to be rescued by a rough mountain man who takes her home to his cabin where…thingshappen.

Miss Elsie said, pointing to a space just outside the chapel that had wild roses growing. “I'm sorry, but I don't remember you.” I told her, feeling bad that I couldn't recognize the kind woman but she just shook her head. “It's alright, dear. What can I do for you today?” “I'm looking for books, anything I can find on curses and pain affecting Werewolves. Do you have those?” “Why, yes. Of course I do. Come this way, dear.” She led me through the bookshelves to the back of the room where all the mythical books were stored.

I followed her and watched her as she made herself a cup of coffee. “Logan and I tried to work things out but he is still very angry. I couldn’t sleep either so I was doing some reading. I found a few interesting things. I took some notes. It turns out that Chelsea wrote fragments of information in different books and I guess it was for secrecy. I pieced a few together.” She took a sip of her coffee and a sigh escaped her lips. She looked terribly exhausted. I wanted her to rest but I also wanted to tell her what I saw the time she tripped and nearly fell.

I’ll get the keys. He disappeared back into the house, leaving Chelsea alone with the Matriarch. The silence that followed was suffocating. Queen didn't move; she simply stood there, dissecting Chelsea with her eyes. Chelsea felt the need to fill the void, to prove she wasn't just a ghost in the hallway. "Good day, Mrs Dylan," Chelsea said, stepping forward and extending a hand. "You are the girl from the book launch." Queen noted. "Yes," Chelsea smiled politely. “I'm Chelsea.”

But his beautiful wife was an eye candy. Chelsea had become accustomed to the word "eye candy". She was no longer resistant to it. Chelsea thought that even if she was an eye candy, she still had to be the most valuable eye candy. Russell was busy with work, and Chelsea was sitting on the sofa reading a book. The book was "World History". Chelsea didn't say a word. At this time, this scene was as beautiful as a painting. When Russell was working, he occasionally glanced at Chelsea and felt that this scene was quite pleasing to the eye.

she complained. “Nor do I,” I agreed. “What time is it, anyway?” “It’s three in the morning,” she said. I hopped off the bed. “I need to go clean up.” She slid off the other side of the bed and slipped on her robe. “I’m up now. I might as well fix us some hot chocolate. Maybe it will help us go back to sleep.” I smiled my thanks and headed for the bedroom door. “Esmerelda?” she said with hesitancy. When I stopped walking and looked at her, questioningly, she said, “Ghosts don’t have semen, right?”

The Courtesan's story will continue after school break, so expect book 2 soon... For now enjoy this bonus story.... ******* Prologue. Sleigh bells ring and the all too familiar sounds of classic Christmas music pour in through my earbuds as I walked down the snow-crusted sidewalk. Closing my eyes, I hummed along to the tune of “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing With lyrics written by Charles Wesley,.” Sad to say, this is probably as Christmassy as I'm going to get.