Chris O'pry の小説・ストーリー

The business often ended on site. Before Xandra met Chris, she had always had a high opinion of her gender. Believed that women might be inferior in physical strength but could do just about anything better than men. Obviously, Chris was so handsome that even the most cultured and educated women would throw their wits overboard, and sometimes their decency immediately after, and throw themselves at him with or without invitation. Chris was like a celebrity in that regard. A kind of trophy that everyone wanted to adorn themselves with, no matter how long the contact had lasted.

Blair. "So it's not our case?" "No, they're just letting out a bulletin for several potential cities where the suspect might've fled to and ask us to be on the lookout." "Right." "Her name is Olivia Turner, she might go as her maiden name, Olivia Blair Wright. They believed that she had shot her husband in his sleep..." he patted the case file and look straight at him. Ian could felt his heart skip a beat, thinking that his captain could see right through him.

“You were awfully quick to go public today.” “Mr. White said you weren’t feeling well.” Chris didn’t turn around. His tone was flat, making it clear he had come back to check on her, not to talk about anything else. Chris had lost his parents when he was seven, and Mrs. Xander Sr. had raised him herself until he enlisted at eighteen. In many ways, she knew him better than almost anyone else in the world. “What happened?” Chris by the window slowly turned around. The back of his hand brushed the bowl of oatmeal on the table. He picked it up, walked to the bed, and sat down.

It is full of chocolate, letters, flowers, and other things in a romantic way. She is what every man desires. She's pretty, smart, and has a body of a model. Small waist, big bust, big bum, small face, and not to mention she's 5'6 while I'm 4'11. Not like other beautiful and famous girls, Hilary is such a humble and kind person. Also, the power and money she holds, she's rich and her family owns a famous company in this city. Just imagine how perfect she is? This how good Hilary's life is.

Henry pov. For quite a while, I haven't laid eyes on Sierra, and my concern has been growing, not knowing if she's doing okay. The uncertainty about William troubles me deeply; I can't fathom what might be wrong with him, and at times, I feel this urge to confront him. Sierra, I know, is going through a tough time, and witnessing her treated as if she's nobody pains me as well. Hiding behind the woods, I fixate on William Castle, surrounded by an eerie silence that perplexes me.

after I had my daughter that was when I returned back to New Orleans so make black. Chris returned five years later and I never got to tell him that I had his daughter. he also didn't know that I had given birth to any child at all and I said that to keep it that way. Chris leaves at noblesville I whenever we wanted to see you're headed down there first help his mother had gotten separated from his father years ago and she stayed in New Orleans she decided to stay away from New Orleans in order to get rid of thoughts of his mother who left him.

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

My mother said she took me for deliverance at her church when she realized that I had blue eyes, most people thought I was a witch because Nigerians hardly come with blue eyes, they may come with light skin but definitely not blue eyes. Tina whistled. “You’re beautiful. But… that might be a problem for you here.” I didn’t ask what she meant. I already knew. My light skin and unusual eyes had always made me a target of bullying and insults. “Forget that,” I said quickly. “Who is he?” “That,” Tina said dramatically, “is J.J.—Jay Johnson. Heir to the Johnson Empire. His family owns more than half of the country’s wealth. They decide who becomes president.”

Oliver Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down plays softly on the car radio as we drive through the city, and my fingers instantly tap away at the familiar tune. Sophia sits next to me, looking around at the city in awe. I keep kicking myself that I just left her in an unknown area in an unknown city. I feel so stupid that we just couldn’t talk things out like we did this morning. But more than anything, I am grateful that she wants to try despite what has happened.

“It’s a miracle she didn’t cave your skull in.” “It was only a quarter full. Needless to say, I fell in love with her the moment I woke up from my concussion.” “And that’s when you decided you wanted to stop being a thief?” “Chet and I had already managed a few successful jobs. I had more than enough tucked away to start over fresh. I was never into the whole steal-from-the-criminally-rich-and-give-to-the-poor schtick like your father was. I mean, it’s good to have morals and all, but it wasn’t something I wanted to do for the rest of my life. Chet and I agreed that after one last job, I’d be in the clear to live my life with Marianne. We were blessed with Odette fourteen years later. We had