Chris Total Drama Novels & Stories

The man nearly screamed and pissed his pants as he convulsed like a caterpillar trying to get away. “Who is that?” “Eric Ross, Dan’s most faithful lawyer. Gerald helped me detain him and he has been extremely helpful in giving me Dan’s movements. He is extremely loyal to him.” Chris smiled evilly, ungagging Ross. “Just let me go. I gave you what you wanted. I have a family…” Chris shook his head. “But yet you were sleeping with my niece?” He grabbed his face hard. “Did you think about them before that?” He released him hard, throwing him down. Damien only backed away.

Chris finally aired out the truth. I almost fell unconscious, like what the fuck is wrong with him, why the hell would he kill James?. I was so furious and so was David, he rushed his brother and grabbed his shirt. "What the hell have you done, are you mad" Drake yelled at him. "Seriously is that a way to say thank me for helping your girlfriend, since the boyfriend was busy doing alpha stuff," Chris smirked, falling his gaze on me. "Miss Mariah, do you not like the fact that I killed him for trying to taint your image?" He added.

Chris is sitting down on the couch which was placed on the rooftop of one of the buildings he owned.he was holding a glass of whiskey in one of his hands while he was holding a cigar which he was smoking on the other hand. He had just finished watching the video of how the conversation between Raymond and Stephanie went. The door to the rooftop opened and his men came in dragging someone who was tied and a handkerchief was tied around his eyes. Once they reached where Chris was,they removed the handkerchief covering the person's eyes.they kicked him on the leg and he went down on his knees immediately.

I smirked. "This bitch!" Chris shouted, then sighed dramatically. "I need a better-looking man. Make it Tanya but male." "Tanya is as close to a man as you're going to get in this life, Chris," Robbie said without missing a beat. "Ah, I'm so lonely," Chris moaned, tossing himself dramatically back onto the bed and throwing his arm over his eyes like a dying Victorian widow.

The evidence was not enough to create an arrest for them. Jett nodded continuously as he digested the information. It seems that like them, Krieg and Rory are lying low. The traitor, Chris, is already dead and left his wife to deal with all his unfinished business. “I see.” He stood up and strolled around the park after seeing the sky start to light up. “Thanks, my man. Perhaps this will be our last call, and I want to let you know—enjoy your new life. Be faithful to your family and even if it’s now tainted, take pride in once being a Rios.”

Chris said as he let go of Rita and gave Abdurrahman a manly hug after shaking his hand. Abdurrahman was involved in supplying oil to different countries. His company was one of the largest in the world and he turned out to be one of Chris’s partners. Rita thought the man was quite handsome; she wasn’t into men with a huge beard though. “Is this the Madam?” Abdurrahman asked as he turned his gaze towards Rita. Rita was about to shake her head and say no since Chris had not acknowledged her as his wife publicly so she figured he wanted to keep it a secret.. but to her shock, Chris held her hand and pulled her closer, looking at her in adoration.

Then Chris leaped in the way. Chris was bound and determined to be the one to save Anya. The tentacle made direct contact, but didn't smash him like he had expected. It past into him. Then he heard Its voice very clearly. Somewhere between a whisper and a roar, It made him promises. Give into It, and Chaos would grant him everything. Even as his left eye filled with blood, Chris couldn't help but listen to it. It promised him peace . . . love . . . fame and fortune. Then, it promised him Anya. The object of his infatuation would have eyes only for the wereboar. And for a moment, Chris wanted that. And that was all the time that Chaos needed.

In an instant Aquela changed her feelings of annoyance, deliberately giving Chris attention to the point of a gentle touch. Chris was actually a handsome husband. The man in his early fifties managed to steal Aquela's desire and she liked a hot man like Chris on their first date. What Aquela didn't understand was that for the past two years Chris seemed to be fully occupied with his thoughts and this culminated in the company where Chris worked screening him, making him one of those laid off.

“Then why the f**k did he send me divorce papers? He told me he was getting a divorce…to my f**king face. Why the f**k would he do that?” I chuckled, the sound echoing in the vast space. “Oh, You take me for a fool, wizard? You do, don't you?” One of my men stepped forward, a brutish figure with a twisted grin. He grabbed Chris by the collar, yanking him forward. “You heard her, pretty boy. Answer the question.” “F**k off! Get your hands off me!” Chris spat back, eyes blazing. “Is that so?” I stepped closer, relishing the way his bravado faltered under my gaze. “I should have known you were not to be trusted.”

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