Boundaries Christian Book Novels & Stories

“No salary until further notice.” Jaxon’s eyes widened in horror. “W-what?” His voice cracked. “You can’t—” Christian shot him a look that made the rest of his words die in his throat. “Consider it a lesson in discretion,” He continued smoothly. “Next time, maybe your father will teach you not to run your mouth about confidential business.” Jaxon’s face fell. Christian didn’t stop there. “Overstep your boundary again,” He warned, his voice dropping to something far more dangerous, “And watch me order my men to remove you. And trust me, you’ll end up in far worse places than you can imagine.”

She shrugs, rolling her eyes. Is she serious? She's acting as nothing happened. "So, I can remind you who you are and what boundary we share", I gasp at her. "Boundary?" She raises her eyebrows and steps closer to me as I scowl at her. "I told you such boundaries don't exist for me, Christian" What the— I don't know where to take this, where it's going for her. But the way she speaks, the way she looks at me and the way she steps closer comes off wrong— so wrong in so many fucking ways that she doesn't even realise that.

"Didn’t your mother ever teach you that you don’t raise your hands to hit women,” Christian raised an eyebrow as he applied pressure onto Brooker’s hands. "I don’t care if you’re Christian Romero. Do not interfere in this. It's between me and Mabel," said Brooker while trying to free himself from Christian's grip. He however was unable to do so. “She’s my assistant, of course, it concerns me,” Christian retorted. “Trying to hit her is not something I’ll just sit back and let happen, now is it?” He asked.

Ever since Evan Moore renounced his worldly pursuits in order to pray for me, I would visit him at the monastery once every month. However, he wasn't in the meditation chamber today. As I waited for Evan inside, a breeze blew open his handwritten scripture. I was surprised when I casually skimmed through the words on the pages. He had always been protective of this handwritten scripture. Every time I asked to see it, he insisted I fast and pray for a week first. However, it was impossible for me to meet such strict demands when I still had to take care of our son.

⸻ Lena shook her head. ⸻ “No.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “You have intentions.” ⸻ Another. ⸻ “Boundaries are limits.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Because that— ⸻ that mattered. ⸻ Back in the system— Aria processed the distinction. ⸻ Intentions. ⸻ Versus limits. ⸻ One was flexible. ⸻ The other— ⸻ absolute. ⸻ “…Limits reduce potential,” she said.

"I got it, I promise we will keep in touch even though we can't be together anymore." hearing this the girl smiled happily and Baby felt calm because Christian had promised they would maintain good communication with each other. Baby realized she couldn't be selfish and kept the man from doing what he wanted. she loves and cares for Christian but she realizes Christian has the right to live the way she wants and Baby shouldn't make him feel constrained. Christian nods his head. "Thank you for understanding my situation and not forcing me to stay by your side, anyway we will maintain good communication even though I am far from you. You must make sure I always care for you even though I am no

Never had myself placed in a position like this with another man. Sure, Carter and I used to make out all the time when he still lived in Las Vegas, but it never felt like this – never this intense, never this wild and dirty. We both had boundaries. Or rather, he did. No sex till marriage was the rule he'd set for us. And maybe some wanton part of me had always wanted it, I just never realized how much till this second. Christian's gaze never drifted away from mine, not even while he spread my thighs apart and I sucked in a sharp breath. He seemed to enjoy watching me, being able to catch every emotion that crossed my face.

“How about relocating them to the interior of Drizzar? I believe there are many spaces to accommodate them all. They could return to the border again after the place is cleansed from the disease.” Ealyas sighed. “We are currently facing opposition from the permanent dwellers in the interior of Drizzar. Since the vampires near the borders are accustomed to the ways of the humans, it is harder for them to mingle with the interior vampires. We also found out they are having an internal feud among them.”

"It is not work. The alpha of Crescent Pack is inviting you to their yearly party. It is kind of their tradition." What is this talk about party? Oliver knows quite well that I don't do parties. They are just so noisy and everyone wants to talk about relevant things all the time. I was about to decline when said, "Look, I know you don't like parties and all but you are the alpha now and you need to meet and connect with other alphas and this particular alpha is super important." "Why?" I asked curious. "The Crescent moon pack is the strongest pack in Australia just the way ours is the most powerful and well connected. If he can connect with them, it will be good for us."

"Why do you continue to endanger yourself? Do you think I can just watch you suffer harm?" My eyes were watering, but I was not going to give up. "Damon, this isn't about you. It concerns me. My life. My battle. Do not interfere with me if you are unable to support me. Silence hovered between us for a minute, oppressive and dense. Then Damon turned away, growling in frustration. "All right. However, I won't leave you by yourself. By midday, Liora, Kael, Damon, and I were standing at the border of the Forbidden Woods. The tall trees created long twisted shadows in the heavy, thick air.