Chris O'pry Novels & Stories

Jamie Knox hated working in an office, she tried it once when she graduated from the University and it almost gave her a mental breakdown. She came home crying every day after a 9 to 5 job as a Public Relation Officer at her father’s company and was laughed at by her family because they thought she was being a princess. She grew up privileged even though she didn’t ask for it, and she was always told to be grateful because of how easy her life was. She was never ungrateful, it’s just not the life she preferred and her family didn’t know the difference.

Had a crush on Luca when they first meet. His favorite thing about Nixon is his hair. Likes vanilla ice cream with salt and vinegar chips. Likes sweet potatoes but doesn’t like sweet potato pie. Nixon- Prefers cold showers but takes hot ones for Harper’s sake. Hates wearing shoes and socks. (But he does) His favorite color is really pink but he always says black. Hates pickles but likes fried pickles. His favorite thing about Harper is the small scar he has on his hip. (Harper fell out of a tree when he was a kid)

“Aiden was alone, he was an orphan who just roamed around, he didn’t have anyone searching for him, no family or friends that would get him in trouble. He set his house on fire with him inside, and even worse, he forced me to watch every second of it. He forced me to watch my peace burn in front of me before he beat me to death that night. He challenged me to tell you, he told me that he was going to make sure that I regretted it when he told you, and…” I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tightly and she fisted my shirt, burying her head in my shirt. “I swear, the last thing that I wanted was to disgrace you, Dean. I needed an escape and I found myself being alone…” “Shh,” I whispered,

“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.