Chris O'pry Novels & Stories

"Mum, please help me, I can't stand her. I can only accommodate for the vacation, I will send her back after the holidays. Marvis felt rejected, so she found solitude in the paint. Two days later,..... Hi am Chris. Hello am Marvis Can we be friends? Yes, we can. Chris is 6 years old, he came from a wealthy family. His mother owns the house next to Marvi's grandma's house, she is a supermodel, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She is very kind and friendly, she treats Marvis like her own daughter…. She always wanted a daughter she could play dress up with.

You will forever be in my heart. Logan X

Chris said and walked out to the gate. He opened the gate for Pride and held out his hand, “Nice to meet you, I am Christopher, Rayland’s husband.” Pride took Chris’s hand in his and shook it, “It’s nice to finally meet you.” Chris chuckled nervously and said, “I wish we could have met under better circumstances, thanks for coming.” Pride followed Chris into the house and saw Rayland waddled over to them with blue eyes, a swollen stomach and looked a mess. Pride did not know what to say. His mate was pregnant and looked like he had taken a beating and all.

For a moment I thought of saying yes and see what all that secrecy Chris carried with him was about, but I decided to respect his privacy, because after all, I had accepted that he would tell me whenever he wanted. "He told me his nose was left that way because of something that happened to him back then, but not how it happened," I finally said. Fred nodded thoughtfully before speaking. “Chris has had a rough life since the beginning, you know? He moved in with me when he was fifteen when he couldn't bear to be in that house any longer.” "He told me his mother's husband beat him for being someone else’s son," I murmured so only he would hear me. "You don't know how much I hate that man and

Fred says as his voice begins to break and his eyes fill with tears. "And it tore me apart to see you so sad. I decided to make it my mission to get my shit together for you. Because I wanted you to see that even though I was the total opposite from your pops...a man that had it all. A good family, a good business, and a good career. Then, look at me? A high school drop out, struggling from pay check to pay check. You remember when you came? We lived in the outskirts of town on a rundown mobile home." Russell smiles, lowering his head and sighing.

I instructed. "I'm on it. Now for the girl. The one you're not interested in,” he snickered. He quickly stopped when I growled. "Okay. Be broody about it. Aurelia Faith Christian is a sixteen-year-old from Eugene, Oregon. A B+ student, despite her age, will be a senior in the fall. She's on the debate and girls’ lacrosse teams at school and has multiple trophies from equestrian events. Her parents, Mary and William Christian, own and run the Christian horse ranch. And well, they are human. No connection to our kind or even knowledge of it,” he reported.

Lots of big beautiful houses. I closed my eyes again, but I couldn’t find him. I knew I was close so I just started walking around. That’s when I saw him. He was sitting on the side of a very fancy home. It was kind of dark and if you didn’t know it, you wouldn’t have seen him. I took a deep breath as he just looked so lost. His beautiful blue eyes looked dark and sunken in. His dark black hair was a mess. His body was leaned over and he looked like he had the weight of the world on his back. If you didn’t know of his pain. You would have only thought about how beautiful he was. Jacob was tall with broad shoulders. Athletic was an understatement for the body type he had. Looking at him you w

“Shhhh… I'm crying because you made me so happy. You make me so happy Clinton.” “Really?...” “Yes.” I pulled away from him, turning around to face the bed. It was so beautiful… so perfect that another tear spilled down my cheek. I felt him snake his arms around my waist, pulling me against his chest. He rested his head on my back, and I felt my ovaries twitch. My mom used to say that you know you've found your Mr Right when your ovaries twitch. It means that you were ready to start a family with him, to make babies of your own.

When it was time to enter the hotel, Chris came out of the car first and then stretched out his hand into the car, waiting for his wife. Since Chris loved his privacy, he had blocked off news about his marriage so not everyone knew he was married to Rita Jones. The moment a fair hand grabbed onto his hand and stepped out of the car, the reporters went into a frenzy. “It’s Rita Jones! Quick, don’t let her escape!” Some reporters could be heard shouting. Others recognized Chris and became hesitant to approach the couple. “Have you seen the man she’s with? He’s Christopher Stevens, the richest man in the Country, the second richest in the world. I love my job, you can go ahead.”

A DEAL WITH THE BILLIONAIRE (A Contract Marriage) EPISODE TWO THEME: A Condition IN CONNECTICUT: VALLEY HOSPITAL TWO WEEKS LATER Christopher Crawford is a perfect combination of good looks and wealth. A handsome thirty years old young looking man. And he is a managing director at Crawford Corporation.