46 Novel(s) Related To Kristen Stories

the host added, a playful pause hanging in the air. Lena’s smile widened. "Well... we're not rushing with anything more right now. But we just got back from our honeymoon a week ago. Who knows? Maybe I’m already pregnant!" she giggled lightly, rubbing her tummy playfully. Kristen’s breath caught in her throat as the words hit her. She swallowed hard, her heart sinking. She stood there for a long moment, staring at the screen, before she slowly raised a hand to her own stomach. Her fingers hovered there for a while.

It was like a murky layer had been removed from his eyes, allowing him to see things clearer. “Count Dracula finally rises. Muhahah!” Reaching the ground floor, Anderson was greeted by a familiar exaggerated voice. Anderson turned to a pretty dark-skinned teen feeding an eight-year-old girl seated on her lap. Kira: That was her name. She was the third sixteen-year-old and friend of Anderson and Carson in the orphanage. She gave Anderson the brightest smile he had ever seen in a while. It was surprising coming from someone who knew in her heart of hearts she would probably never get adopted and would have to go out and find a way to fend for herself.

KRISTEN Yes, something happened... something I never envisaged... I smiled at Edith. "How do you know that something happened?" "People don't just shut love away like this. Something must have happened." I had no idea I had finished my food until I dug into the plate and lifted an empty spoon. I let the spoon go. "And how do you know I shut love away?" I asked. Am I a glass fence? "Kristen, I'm not a baby, you know. I hear and see things. It's clear that you push people women away when you learn that they love you," she said like a professional, giving me her utmost attention.

Kory was engrossed with her phone she was totally oblivious to the discussion taking place beside her. “What! How! When! Why didn’t you inform us? How did it happen?” Grace lipped out in pure awe, terror expressed wildly on her face. Kristen doesn’t want her knowing about her kidnapping and all she went through, she invited her a reason. And she doesn’t have to know the truth before urging to carry out her part in her plan. Her twisted version of the truth to what justified her disappearance is all the nudge she needed to get Grace to do her bid.

Kristina met her granddaughter's gaze head on, praying to God that Kathryn Ice would see the truth she lived for. " No. " - Kristina Kathryn Ice started walking towards her, and Kristina found herself beside anxiety. Had she said something wrong? Was Kathy mad? Kathy drop her knees. " Darling, was is it? " - Kristina, let out a cry of dismay. " If you're not lying to me... " - Kathryn Ice, words were a fragile whisper. Kristina paled. Kathy's body trembled so hard it was as if Kristina's granddaughter was struggling against the vilest demons inside her.

Kristen asked while staring at me coldly. I felt my eyes tear up as I tried not to directly into those intimidating eyes of his.. “ What do you mean, Kris? This woman is your wife..” Stefan stared at him with a frown but Kristen simply laughed and looked at the three of us like some sort of clowns.. “ What do you mean my wife? I never got married to anyone.. I broke up with Iris last week and I don't remember getting married to that loser..” Kristen said without hesitation and it felt like time had slowed down as we all stared at ourselves in shock..

It wouldn’t be good for her to go charging right now. “I am Kristen Bridger,” Kristen stated clearly. “Though I know I look young. I am over the age of eighteen and have been since Gregor and I were involved. So I do not understand why this is anyone’s business but ours.” “I see.” The older man said as Kristen took a seat and waited for Greg to give the man the paperwork to prove what she said. “I was told by way of the rumors that you were younger than that and pregnant as well.”

Kristi, a 35-year-old wife and mom of two, waves goodbye to her family from the Visit From The Neighbors window. Her husband is taking the kids for a weekend camping trip. The car pulls away, and watching them go, she sighs. Kristi’s been waiting for a while for some good alone time. She goes back inside and turns on the stereo throughout the house and pours herself some wine and decides to take a nice swim. She rummages through her wardrobe to find her best bikini, and after wearing them, she glances at herself in the mirror, a two-piece she has not been able to fit into.

She got down with her phone on the right hand and her car key on the left hand and walked unbotheredly towards her apartment. She lives at the outskirts of Crystal Hills, a small town in Big Raven. This place only house few people that wants a quiet place and one of them is Kristen. She has been here for five years after leaving home because her step father could not stop abusing her sexually. Kristen told her mom severally but she would choose her husband over her and when she could not bear the shame, pain and stigma, she left home and cuts every ties with the family. Her stepfather had raped her at fourteen and had continued to abuse her for complete three years. She left when she was seventeen and had loved on her own for five years but she never stopped having sex because she figured out that's the only thing that pleases and makes her feel good.

“Kristen?” “Can we talk? Somewhere private?” “Yeah. Come on.” He led her to the storage room behind the café. It was quiet, smelled like coffee and cardboard. She didn’t sit. She couldn’t. Her body was too full of nervous energy. “Alright,” he said gently. “What’s going on?” Kristen looked at him, then just let it all out. She told him everything. From the beginning. Her forced marriage. The threats from Carolina. The warning from Bernice. The secret she didn’t even fully understand. Her voice was calm, but her hands wouldn’t stop moving.

Kristen? She let out a loud hiss. "I am not here to see you, smart mouth." She directed her gaze at Brandon who I caught stifling a chuckle a while ago while staring at me. "I am leaving tomorrow for an emergency business trip. So, I am pulling out of whatever game they paired us with." She stated, giving Brandon a condescending gaze that got me shaking my head while my gaze flickered to Kristen. I gave him an is-this-the-best-you-can-do look for a few seconds, noting his helpless sigh before looking away.

Nana Joyce slams her fist against the table before continuing. "Kristen having a second mate while she's still mated to you. Her mate tried to kill you and then took off with her. She killed him, drove his dead body back here to reconcile with you, and now this? She's going insane from her so-called mate's ghost, and now she's shutting herself from everyone?" She concludes and glares at me icily. And I can feel my anger riling up because I didn't expect this from my own grandmother. "Maybe you shouldn't talk like that, Grandmother. Kristen is my wife, my mate, mother of Aiden, Luna of this pack, and your granddaughter-in-law,"

"You're truly a devil in human child flesh!!" Kristi was quietly making breakfast for the three of them, feeling guilty for scolding her son. When she first came to this foreign country where she knew no one, it was really tough for her, about four and a half years ago. She had nothing. Her initial job was cleaning here and there for living. She worked day and night. Later, thanks to her talent, she landed a cooking job in a small restaurant. Her income was below average, and she was all alone with nobody to rely on.

The moment she opened her eyes, the emptiness hit her like a tidal wave. She moved her hand to her stomach. Nothing. A sob tore through her throat. Luca was sitting beside her, his hands clasped together, his face unreadable. She turned to him, her voice barely above a whisper. "Luca…" His jaw tightened. "Why didn’t you tell me?" Tears slipped down her cheeks. "I was waiting for the right time… I didn’t want to add to the chaos." Luca let out a slow, harsh breath. "You lied to me, Kristin."

he answered almost immediately and her breath hitched, “my database comes from people’s speculations. It can be false, I want to know your story. I will only believe what you say.” Tears stung the corners of her eyes, but Kiara immediately wiped them away while chanting to herself that they were just words. Kristen was also good at speaking. Clearing her throat, she shrugged. “The story is not any different from what your database said, my parents were killed and I was sent out of my pack for killing them.” She tried to say it as nonchalantly as she could, but her voice cracked at the end and she found herself clutching the locket on her neck.

The one people had started making stories about. Her steps quickened until she reached the familiar lecture hall, where Kristen sat sprawled out on her usual seat with her tablet, chewing on the end of her pen. Kristen looked up the moment Maxine entered, and her whole face lit up. "There’s my baby mama," she said teasingly, standing and throwing her arms around Maxine in a warm, protective hug. "Everyone’s looking," Maxine muttered into her shoulder. "Let them," Kristen whispered back. "You’re stunning and glowing and a literal goddess. They’re just jealous."

I suddenly felt conscious and a little bit nervous sitting beside Steve while he just looked calm and composed. “Any movie you want to watch? Perhaps any Korean movies or series just like what Clara likes?” Then we both laughed at what he said. Truly, Clara is a die-hard fan of Korean series. But not like her; I don’t like Korean series; well, it’s actually watching that I don’t like to do. That’s why I really can’t get myself why I’m now sitting with Steve on a huge sofa to watch a movie. “I’m not a fan of watching movies,” I shyly confessed, and he just chuckled.

she asked. “She’s from Glenwood; I was right, she’s a farmer’s daughter.” “Just that?” “There’s more.” Parker paused, and Ophelia, curious, waited to hear what he had to say. “Kristin isn’t as innocent as she claims.” “Break it down,” Ophelia commanded. “She has a child,” Parker said. “Child as in…?” “Kristin got pregnant after a one-night stand with a man on the night of her freshman party at her new college in the Philippines; she is a single mom with a six-year-old daughter,” Parker broke the news.

She couldn’t just sit here, waiting for the worst. “Wait,” she said, her voice catching. “There’s… there’s something else I need to tell you.” Peterson turned back, his expression curious. “What is it?” Kristien took a deep breath, before speaking the words that had been haunting her for years. Something she never told neither her husband nor her kids. Only her grandmother knew. “I did it,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion. “I killed Mr. Winston. And I kidnapped Beatrix. But it wasn’t only because I wanted power. It was… It was because of what he did to me.”

She had been sure that they had made the right decision when they left the island, but two weeks later she wasn’t so sure anymore. Kristen had always known what she wanted from a very young age. She knew right from when she was ten years old that she wanted to work in the business world. She then proceeded to spend her entire life working towards it. Kristen knew sooner or later she would get married, but on setting an eye on Adrian Tremont, she knew he was not the man for her. She wanted a gentleman that would adore her to bits, not an arrogant bastard that didn’t know how to keep his temper. It was clear to her that she didn’t want to marry him. For the first time in her life, she was torn.