Caitlin Christine Novels & Stories

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

I was more determined than that though, I'd go all night if I had too. It was 3 am and Max was passed out on the sofa. Still no sign of a single Megestanis, but I had found Postestas Loren's mate. Her name was written as Donatia Chiaramonti Loren and unlike every other name, it was in red ink. Her birth date, April 16th 44 AD, was also in red. "Max , wake up," I said. "Bloody hell, Max! I said wake up!" I repeated after he didn't reply.

"Scarlett." ******

Christine chuckled. "Why won't you pay attention to me? You are such a stubborn person!" Grace couldn't cover up her frustration. “Ms. Grace, let me be. I don’t want men ogling at me. ” Christine said her usual reply whenever they touched this issue. "You purchase a car so you don't have to take a cab every time you go to film," Grace suggested. "It's not my priority yet," said Christine alias Cassandra. She's saving up on her dream. She's working as a freelance interior designer and wants to set up her own interior design company upon quitting her acting and modelling career.

"No, you can talk to the both of us." Rooster grimaced. This was the part of the job he hated. The part where he had to do notification, even if the person he was notifying probably wouldn't give a shit what he had to say. He watched as Christine walked over towards the door, pulling the shirt that she wore down past her thighs. "I'm sorry to have to do this, but it has to be by the book." She nodded. "You are Christine Herrington, the wife of Clinton Herrington?" "I am," she nodded. "But I go by Christine Stone now."

"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.

Caitlin said. ******

Claire exclaimed with a smile. "What are you trying to do Caitlin Clarence Adams?" someone with wide strides ran up and shouted loudly enough to make the two turn their heads. ****

“You busy right now?” “Nope. Absolutely not. Go ahead.” Griff glanced over at Claire, saw those blue eyes watching him closely. His own green eyes lingered on her bruised cheek, just for a few seconds. “Can I bring someone for you to check over?” Griff said. “She’s a bit injured.” “Who’s injured?” Mark grated out. “The target of the op? Claire?” “Her name’s Caitlin. And she needs things done on the QT, man. No paperwork.” Griff looked over at Claire once more, saw the fear swimming in those eyes. “I gave her my word, Mike. Nothing on the record.”