Arnie Cunningham Christine Novels & Stories

She excitedly tells me, her strawberry blonde curls bouncing around her heart shaped face. Christine is really a lovely lady. She is short, probably barely five feet tall, and dainty. Her facial expressions are quite entertaining, her freckled nose crinkled up and it wouldn’t take an empath to tell that what she was thinking about was icky. Confused, I gawk at her. “Warrior?” I ask. “Yeah, Bobby Ray told me that Deputy Scott found your camera and there was a video of you kicking the shit out of those two guys.” She explains.

He asked. “No, no. Definitely not.” I laughed in response. I saw the way those women were fighting each other. Those girls showed no mercy to their opponents. Each strike was strong and brutal, some of them were even bleeding. A young woman came forward, watching me intently. “And who might that be?” She asked, looking at Christianna and Jin for an answer. “I am Arianna Adams. Nice to meet you.” I tended my hand to her, but she didn’t take it. She just glanced at it and then started looking at me from head to toe, and she was sniffing me. She was weird.

This can't be. This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

I could only faintly hear the battle now; I knew I couldn't stop for long but I could move faster after a 5-minute break. I was getting ready to leave when I heard the heart-wrenching sounds of a child's sobs. I scanned the clearing, looking for where they were coming from before I eventually saw a small bundle of dark hair and clothes. I jogged over cautiously not wanting to startle her. She sensed my presence immediately and lifted her head to reveal a big pair of watery, brown eyes. She was only about 9 with thick, long, dark brown hair that was tangled and had bits of forest in it. Her feet were bare and mud covered her legs up to what had once been a white nightdress.

The last thing I wanted was to jeopardize my chances of reconciling with Kristine. Speaking of Kristine, I navigated through the computer until a woman's image popped up on my screen. A woman with butter-colored hair and eyes as sharp and elegant as a blue wildflower. These features could easily describe Kristine, except the image on my screen wasn't of her; it was someone else—someone who was once the center of my universe. Once the bane of my very existence, and the sole reason I found meaning in life. It was none other than my ex—Annie Monroe—the woman who led me to the bitch currently giving me a hard time.

They finally reached Ariana's office, a space of inspiration. Ariana gestured towards a plush chair, indicating for Susan to take a seat. Susan obliged, sinking into the luxurious chair. As their eyes met, Ariana introduced herself with a warm smile. "I'm Ariana Wyatt," she said, her voice carrying a gentle confidence. Susan reciprocated with a polite nod, feeling excitement and apprehension. "I'm Susan Miller," she replied, her voice tinged with tension.

Standing in front of Christine, Damian asked with a playful smirk, "Who's this chick? She's quite the looker." Kane and Fergus almost burst into laughter, their faces twitching. They didn't expect Damian to be this mischievous. There he was teasing his wife. Christine was speechless as well. Did that annoying Damian think she didn't know it was him? The nerve of him to tease her like that! "Sir! Her name is Christine Spencer. She's the CEO of Spencer Corporation and reputed to be the most beautiful woman in Cloudcove," Sheldon declared. "She's quite the slut, you know. If you're interested, sir, feel free to take her with you!"

Alpha Darren did not consider his marriage to be a business marriage. Alpha Darren finally sat down again, he also wanted to clarify something that was still lingering in his mind. “You used me to cover up your shame?” He gave Annabelle a sharp look. “I am Alpha Pack Kyne! Do you know who you're messing with?” Annabelle looked down deeply, she knew and understood she was wrong. But she was also very pressured at that moment. She might be asked to abort her fetus and her boyfriend might be killed by her father if he knew all that. That's why she asked for help from the strongest person in the Pack, Alpha Darren.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.