Chris O'pry Novels & Stories

The next few days felt lonely and quiet. The space he left felt like a huge void. The case Logan was working on was taking off. The media had finally got hold of the story. He sent me an article that had been released. I couldn’t believe it; the local police commissioner was being accused of marital rape and abuse. Logan admitted they had been asked to help prosecute the police commissioner. I was in shock. He had found no evidence that he could prove. Everyone was very tight-lipped.

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.

"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.

Chris's tone of voice was laced with disbelief. “She's a whore!” She exclaimed hitting the desk. "You couldn't fall so low with that woman; did you at least make her sign a prenup? Did she lied to you saying she was pregnant? Is that why you got married? That woman is for your money, you deserve better, someone like...” “Like you?” I interrupted surprising her when I came out of the bathroom, "Are you what Chris needs? Don't make me laugh, crazy woman, I don't need his money, and if so, what? You are nobody to judge or talk about me behind my back.”

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please, save the phoenix from crying..." My father said and dragged me with the book, outside our house and went to grandmama's, the Elder Fyre, and just barged in. "Elder Fyre, may you grant the great mission that I, the chief of our clan, has given to my daughter, Seraphina Agni." Said my father who knelt down instantly seeing my grandmama, my Mother's mother.

A purple bruise beginning to form. "I didn't peg you for the guy who had problems controlling his anger," Kendra decided to open her mouth and I was suddenly wishing that she decided to sit with the group instead of with me, "The guy you punched, his name is Brady Hampshire. His father is the richest man in town and the biggest dick if you asked me. They're going to do anything to make your life hell now just because of that."

“And don’t worry. It wasn’t like that.” “Ophelia is a model here in the human world,” Chris explained, snaking his arm around my waist again. “We met a few years back when she was hired to do a photoshoot for the racetrack. They wanted to use my car, and, well…” Ophelia grinned widely. “Chris and I became fast friends. But don’t worry, darling—he’s not my type.” “She’s into older men.” Chris smirked, eliciting a roll of the eyes from Ophelia.

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