Chris O'pry Novels & Stories

I tried to be quick and not cause any disaster. "Excuse me." "Wait, Miss Collins," Nathan said, standing up. "Let me introduce my new assistant, Chris. This is Miss Katherine Collins." Mr. Johnson stood up. Why on earth was he introducing me? "Chris Johnson. Now I can say it's a pleasure, Miss Collins." "The pleasure is mine, Mr. Johnson," I say, shaking his offered hand.

Is it summer in heaven? I try to get up from the heavenly soft cloud that I was lying on. My clothes are wet, heavenly dripping wet. Am I sitting on a raining cloud? I look around and see a big OLED screen TV with Sony HTST 5000 music system. People are dying on earth because of hunger and here god is spending in an extravagant way.

Philip recognized the man, but not the lady, and he was surprised when the man saw him and approached him with the beautiful young lady. "Maestro felipe!" The man said with a smile as he shook hands with Philip. "It's nice to see you again, Dr. Mathew." Philip said with a smile. Dr. Mathew was a big man with medicated eyeglasses and white hair, he was definitely in his sixties perhaps a little older than his father, who was turning sixty. Dr. Mathew was a very intelligent man with a friendly personality and he occupied an important position in the CRUZ company.

He bowed his head as we walked by, traces of hay atop his brown hair. “Lord Oli-” “Aaron.” I sighed, watching him stumble a bit in his steps as he came closer. His bushy eyebrows were the same colour as his brown hair, with a slight round face. Aaron dusted his hands against the brown overall he wore, his gaze bouncing from me to Stella. “Why don't you go check the other stables while I go see how Olarya is doing?” I suggested, giving him a pointed look. The corner of his lips titled up slightly and he bowed, taking his leave.

I don't have nobody else for family, only my grandma. I mean, thankfully I have my best friend Jade Henshaw, she's like a sister to me. We're both 17 years old and juniors at Lakevalley High School. Jade is stunning; she's about my height, maybe an inch shorter than I and I'm about 5'7". She has brown hair with lighter blonde highlights and honey-colored eyes. We met a couple years after my parents died when we were about 6 years old.

“This is?” Winifred was stunned for half a second. Before she was able to answer, Blair chirped in and said, “Uncle, this is my Papa.” “How do you do?” Chris extended a hand politely at Tyr. “My name is Chris Hill. Winifred’s… friend!” Tyr extended his hand as well. “How do you do. My name is Tyr Summers. Winifred’s… husband!” Chris let go of his hand and scanned Tyr up and down before saying meaningfully, “Winifred is a nice girl. I hope you will treat her well!”

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

V on the couch, Sam and I cuddled together on the numerous floor pillows as they turned on the television. BREAKING NEWS: This is Sandra Rodriguez with Channel 7 ABC News - We are interrupting your program to bring you this ongoing situation. Richard Anthony Fitzgerald II has been found dead in a local area motel. Apparently, the disgraced Richard II, son of the Governor Fitzgerald, who has served as Governor of Illinois for years, was found dead by an individual named Sparkle. As information is steadily coming in, our sources stated that the individual, Sparkle, was a well known prostitute, yet that is yet to be confirmed.

JANE I heard the words leave my mouth before I could stop them. "It's only fair to end this with a little bit of crass, is it not?" His eyebrows went up. Interest flickered across his face. I stood, tucking the bills into my purse with deliberate slowness. Five hundred dollars. That was textbooks and maybe even groceries that weren't ramen. My hands weren't shaking anymore. I was Jailbird now. Fully Jailbird. Jane Puckett was locked away somewhere safe.

The woman suddenly called Chris by his name and he frowned deeply. "Who are you and how do you know my name ? " He asked. "Simple, my name is Ophelia and I know you like Barbie , I can help you get her if you want " Ophelia said with a smirk. " How do you know I like her ? Are you a friend of Barbie's ? " Chris asked. "I wouldn't say friends we are more like enemies she stole my man and I want him back " "Mark ? " He asked and she nodded positively.