Chris X Martin Novels & Stories

He raises the knife and plunges it straight into my shoulder. "Aaaaaaaah!!!!" I scream and buckle with pain as the blade slides into my flesh and back out. "What the fuck is wrong with you man!!!!!" Chris shouts into Martin's face as he grabs me out of Chris's death grip. "Watch." Is all Martin says before he turns on his heels, leaving me in Chris's hands. Shakily, Chris looks down at me and the bleeding wound Martin just gave me and his eyes, just like Martin's grow wide with shock.

Chris sat on the edge of the couch, his elbows propped on his knees, staring at his hands. He'd never been as battered on the inside — not even that time Rita left him all those years back. His head still pounded from the call from Marcus. The venom in his friend's words was what angered him, perhaps frustrated him. Marcus, brother before friend, was a man whose devotion was not to be shaken and whose ability to weather the storms was unmatchable, unlike most men. That friendship now stood on the precipice of being cut, and Chris had no idea how to make amends.

Sitting back, I felt unsatisfied with the outcome. "How dare you do this, Martins?" Coughing up blood, he pleaded, "I- I’m sorry, boss. Just give me a chance to make things right. I promise I'll get the money—" He didn’t finish his plea before Chris landed another solid blow to his jaw, silencing him. "That's enough," I declared, signaling Chris to stop, which he did as he stepped back. Martin's face was a mess, blood dripping from his nose. Clutching it to stem the flow, he looked at me in agony.

She is probably the only person who can beat the shit out of Zeeshant and he wouldn't utter a single word against her. Apart from the teasing and behaving like the siblings they are- they genuinely love and care about each other. ____________________________________ Christopher Martin (Chris) Myra's close friend. He lived in India for 4 years before going back to Australia. Myra and Chris met online as they became friends now this where their friendship bought them. Myra liked his down to earth nature and after knowing that he owns a orphanage and takes care of kids. she started liking him at some point but she knew that it's just because of his kind nature and nothing else.

Xavier’s voice was like a blade of ice as he ended the call. In his mind, a dark connection was forming. Chloe wouldn't join a dying team like Swift without a reason. He remembered clearly—Liam Martin’s right leg was also disabled. Was her sudden devotion to a crippled old man at the track actually a projection of her lingering feelings for her ex-fiancé? Did she marry into the Grayson family only to spend her days pining for her old flame?

Graham replied, “What are you saying, President Zea. We’re all here today, thanks to you. If that brat comes to pester you again, I’ll be the first to hammer him to death.” *** Inside a classy twenty-four-hour bar, Chris was swirling the red wine glass in his hand. As he looked at his reflection on the glass, his mind was instead filled with Winifred. “Winifred, you can’t escape from me. No woman dares to reject me, Chris Hill.” Chris’s face was contorted into a frightening smile. A smile that would send shivers down one’s spine. This man’s true nature was completely different from his gentle appearance. Inside his heart lived a wild beast.

Chris shouted. Xan was about to interrupt, but Hank made the signal not to. “I did what I thought was best!” Tony said. “Tell me how keeping my Granddaughter away from me was the best thing?” Chris snapped. “Who has Tony be keeping away from you?” Xan said. “Who the fuck are you?” Chris asked glaring at Xan. “I am Xan Lang, Chairman of ...” Xan was halfway through before Chris interrupted him. “Oh, you are the twat that broke my Granddaughter’s heart? I will deal with you later!” Chris said.

The smoke coming from the cigarette made his eyes seem dim and inscrutable. Stella and Alexa followed Chris out of the bar. They looked smug when they saw the two men in the car. Chris took a few steps forward to the car. Through the car window, the corners of his lips hooked up into an unruly and playful smile. "Mr. Martinez, it was just a bet, so don't take it to heart. We're still friends, right?" Mark's body shook with anger. 'Hmph! simple for you to say, you're not the one that ran out n*ked! I'm afraid my name will become the laughingstock of the city from now on! What a shame..utter humiliation! But... brought this on me...

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

Among the swirl of possibilities, a name emerged with unwavering conviction—Chris. The thought sent a chill down Miguel's spine. Chris, a former acquaintance, had a history of harboring resentment towards Tyler. Their interactions had been fraught with tension, a lingering shadow that seemed to follow them wherever they went. Memories of their past encounters flooded Miguel's mind, intertwining with his current investigation.