Chris Afton Real Life の小説・ストーリー

We forced Chris to join us and he did. Speaking of Chris, he's honestly not that bad. We get along so well, and his views on life and the writer's world is outstanding, sometimes he talks like Morgan Freeman. And he also got a job as a journalist at ABC News, we were all excited for him of course, he earned that because when we read his report on why the LGBTQ community needed pride month our jaws dropped, literally. Nathan isn't the only one that inspires me in my writing. Chris does as well. But I'm not going to tell Nathan that cause I want him to think he, my boyfriend is the only one that inspires me to write.

Agatha whispered while holding Chris' arm. Chris sighed, then slowly let go of Agatha's hand holding his arm. "I know this might be too shocking for you. I also knew that he was Elena's mate. But did you know that he tried to escape from here by himself when his plan to save Elena failed?" Agatha was silent in disbelief. She thought Aaron was a faithful and sincere mate to Elena. Because based on the stories she heard recently, Aaron seemed to still love Elena and was willing to do anything to be with her. But, was that thought wrong? Chris had just said that he wanted to run away alone when his plan to save Elena failed, was it really like that?

Yes, women drooled over Mark, but seeing that it was impossible to take him to bed, there was always Chris with his almost six feet tall and very muscular body. As a man sure of his sexuality, I could tell that Royce was a very good looking man; I mean, the man looked tough and his features were rough and dark, his nose bent painfully from the kidnapping years ago, but putting his green eyes and black hair together, I suppose they made him exotic for the females eyes. But after that event, Chris became even more withdrawn and all he did was work and exercise, so we didn't see him much anymore. On my phone his number was stored under the name The Hermit, because, well, that word described him

Chris knew my sister hated him and didn’t want him around the house, so he would be suspicious as well if I leaned toward him and cried for his life. Between ourselves, he knew I wasn’t Narra. After being together for over two years, he could tell the difference between Narra and me. “He loved my sister and wouldn’t have hurt her. He was the only person who treated me the same way he treated her, and I’d lay my life down for someone like him. Chris has his mistakes, but he will always be more of a man than you will ever be, Rafael Sterling. While you hide behind this fake facade from your traumas, he faces his problems like a real man and doesn’t project his pain onto other people!” I snappe

“I like you. And the more time we spend together – and I don’t just mean in bed – the more I like you.” “You do?” he asked again. “Yes. I do.” She lay down and curled up against his side. “So… talk to me, OK?” He took a deep breath. “OK.” “So… what do you want to tell me?” “About Afghanistan?” “About anything.” Chris was quiet for so long that she started to wonder if he’d fallen asleep. Finally, he said, “A man died over there because I made a mistake. A good man. A father. He died, and it was all my fault.”

Before Fiona could speak, Ashton seemed to anticipate what she was about to say, drawing out her words, "I know, being a pediatrician was his dream, right? Since you care so much about his dreams, why not hurry up and marry him? Marrying you, becoming the father of your kids, that's his real dream now!" Ashton saw that Fiona had become silent. Bored, she picked up her phone and started scrolling through F******k. It was almost time for dinner. Maria had posted pictures on F******k of a table full of delicious food. Ashton looked through the photos one by one. Eventually, her gaze settled on one particular image. In the photo, Chris was dressed in a white casual shirt and sweatpants, sitting

“You killed him?” She was direct. “No.” “Then what happened?” I stared at her. Her eyes were fixed on mine, and there was something in them I didn’t want to face — not yet. Not the distrust. But the possibility that she might look at me with fear. “The real Christopher is alive.” I answered, choosing my words carefully. “He’s… retired. Let’s say that.” “Retired where?” “In a comfortable place. Far from public life.” “Mortyss.”

“He was a big fan of the Matrix movie, which actually inspired his career path. So, he adopted the name for himself. Very weird guy, I must say. Weird, but smart” “Alright. I won’t trust him that much, but I would hold you responsible if things go south” “There’s nothing to be scared of. You have my words” “Okay then. Tell me more about this our mystery AnonyChris guy” “Yeah! I was coming to that. Turns out his name is Christopher Watkins. Does the name ring a bell?” “Chris…topher Watkins… Christo… Nah! I haven’t heard such before”

Antoninus was puzzled, "Don't you want me to go home?" "It's not that," I explained, concerned, "I'm just worried that Chris will see you like this." Antoninus became even more perplexed, "And?" "Chris looks up to you. He's always believed that his dad can do anything, like a superhero." I sighed, "In any case, the dad he loves is definitely not someone who has tubes sticking out of him, can't even lift his arm." Antoninus seemed to ponder this, "Are you afraid his fantasies will be shattered?"

He reaches his hands towards Chris and introduces himself, "I am Arthur, Kofi's ex-editor and current boyfriend, and soon to be husband." I was shocked after Arthur introduced himself to him. I noticed Chris smirked and took his hands, then did a handshake. While they are doing a handshake, Chris finally introduces himself to him. "I am Chris, Kofi's new editor, and his first love and ex-boyfriend, ah. Not really an ex-boyfriend because we never broke up in the first place." I gulp after Chris says that, and Arthur's eyes widen as he grips my shoulder and then glares at me. Again, I gulp and look away, avoiding his eye contact.