Chris X Martin Novels & Stories

m meeting would be best! Somewhere, to the north, in a remote location. Martin eyes popped open wide! He whispered "I have a daughter!" Jumping from his bed ... he yelled through his mindlink. Chris! ! ! Get up! I need you now!.. I'm on my way, Mart ... are you hurt? No! We have to find someone! Chris runs into Mart's office. Begging to know what has his best friend so upset. Mart looks at him with worried eyes and says "A white wolf came into her powers tonight!" Chris catches his breath . "But that would mean.."

I said, a sharp edge in my voice. Natasha nodded. “He’s reaching out to make Chris his ambassador.” Of course. Chris Bruno Mars, the iconoclast of the fashion world. The man had single-handedly redefined trends, and anything he touched turned to gold. Gabriel wasn’t stupid—Chris could be the golden ticket to salvaging his sinking ship. But I wasn’t about to let him succeed. Natasha clicked a button, and another email popped up. “Here’s Chris’s reply,” she said.

My hands cover my mouth as I look to Xavier, and he’s just smiling, wiping his blade off on the leg of his jeans. Tears spring to my eyes as Chris’ body crumples to the floor beside me. My mind can barely process what just happened. There’s so much blood- it’s already starting to pool on the floor around his lifeless body. “Wh… why?” I whisper, staring up at the face of pure evil. He just shrugs, tucking his knife back in his pocket. So nonchalant, like he used it to slice an apple rather than someone’s throat. “Traitors can’t ever really be trusted, can they?”

I call her and she answers immediately. “I know that we haven't seen each other in a while but since I heard that Chris seems to be hunting for someone, I have been looking out for that person. Quinton martin has never left A city. He used a decoy to make it look like he fled. I just sent you an address via text. That is where he is currently hiding.” she says straight of the bat making my body grow cold the more she tell me what she knows.

“Okay—okay! It’s ‘JEREMIAH.’” My thumb paused over the screen. My name? A muscle jumped in my cheek. I typed it in. It opened. “Let me down,” Chris said, voice soft now. “And let me explain.” I shoved away from him, keeping the gun raised. “Talk.” “Fine.” He swallowed. “I was…obsessed with you, alright? I never really got over you. I know you don’t want to hear that, but it’s the truth. But I swear on my life, I’m not the one doing this. I’m not a psychopath. I wouldn’t hurt you or Teyana. I’m not that twisted.”

“What the hell are you thinking?” Chris asked, his cool tone edged with clear contempt for Dominic’s intelligence. Dominic fired back, “Then you tell me what the hell this is.” Who would believe it? Chris ran Xander Corporation. He was the head of the Xander family. But in the middle of the night, this cold, arrogant man had put in colored contacts, slapped on fake scars, and even worn a muscle suit. Then he had risked ruining his reputation just to sneak out of detention.

the man said after assessing her from head to toe. “ You don't need to tell me all that. I have eyes you know” Chris waved him off taking a seat on one of the couches. “ You have an hour, Martin. Nothing more than an hour” Chris said checking his wristwatch with a warning glare. He had been friends with Martin since college, he knew his friend well. Anytime Martin sees a beautiful lady, he always envisions how to try as many outfits as he would on her. He likes his works so much that seeing them on worthy muses is what lives for.

“Another state, town or even another country. We should only pray he is far enough from us" Xavier sighed in frustration as he leaned back on his seat. “I don't understand how someone can be so relentless." “You did kill his boyfriend." “He tried to kill my wife" “And you think he cares about that?". “What the fuck does he want?" “You know he wants you dead” "A reasonable person would have given up a long time ago” "Martin is not reasonable, especially when he wants something. He acts mentally deranged sometimes” "He doesn't act, he is mentally deranged”

he sighs then stands up “Well I should get going or would you like me to stay with you a little longer" "Um yeah” my answer coming out more as a question then a straight reply. “Yes please that would be nice I mean if you don't have anywhere else to be" I feel myself blush as I stumble over my own words. We sit and talk for a few more minutes while I waited for Tommy who seems to be taking his sweet time in getting here. In the time we sat talking on the cold bench I learned his name was Christopher but prefers to be called Chris, he's twenty-five years old, hates grapes and the Portland Timbers and his favorite color is yellow at which I laughed at.

I just shrugged my shoulder and then stared at him intently while waiting for his answer. "For the nth time, Michael. I don't know where they are." Fabian replied causing my jaw to tighten and that's it, I officially lost my patience. I was so furious to the point that I slowly sank the carving knife on his cheek and painfully mark it with an X, so much to his annoyance. His filthy blood starts dripping from his cheek down to his neck and his shirt, it was a lot of blood but I know that he can still live. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Fabian cursed over and over again but I just smiled at him until I finished putting an X mark on his cheek. It will surely leave a huge scar on his cheek.