Chris X Martin Novels & Stories

X is offline. It shattered my heart in the coldest way I could imagine. I’m still rereading several times what I took from Mr. X. He’s right, I have to fight for my marriage to work, even if I have to stop talking to Mr. X forever.

Creed interrupted him “ Yeah, I actually spoke to grams and she helped me a lot. I can’t let what I did haunt me forever only because I won’t live forever. So we are going to move on from this and be okay..not just for ourselves but for our pack.” Taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly I walk over to the dresser grabbing some clothes. Dropping my towel I start getting dressed. “ Charlotte!!” Alex yelled pushing Creed off the bed and onto the floor on the opposite side of the bed from the dresser.

“You don’t understand the kind of person Xander is.” “And you do?” “Yes.” I crossed my arms immediately. “Well, he was nice to me.” “That’s exactly the problem.” I stared at him, completely confused now. “What is wrong with someone being nice to me?” Chris looked at me for a long second before speaking again. “You’re too trusting.” “And you’re being ridiculous.” His eyes narrowed slightly at t hat. For a second neither of us spoke. The tension inside the car felt unbearable now. Then Chris finally looked away and restarted the engine.

The other car door shut close as Chris spoke in a slightly loud tone, his footsteps coming closer. Xander looked as if he was about to snap him into two with the way he suddenly let go and moved his inflamed body toward him, and from the corner of my eyes, I could tell that didn’t stop Chris from coming closer. Chris is human as far as I know. If Xander laid only half of the anger he was carrying on him...I can’t even think about it.

"But didn't you tell Dean?" "If she hears it from him, she'll just think he's stirring up trouble." Chris's usually pale face was lit with vitality today, his eyes sharp and clear. "Thanks to you, my reputation is about to soar to a whole new level." Alex drained his glass, rose, and patted Chris on the shoulder. "Healing the long-disabled CEO of Slater Group and making him walk like nothing ever happened… truly a miracle." Chris looked up and smiled at him. "Thanks for these past years. Without you, I would have been dead six years ago."

the professor said, before Christopher leaned next to me and whispered into my right ear. "He's Professor Martin Paulson, the medicine and laboratory professor. Also, you shouldn't worry about Rita. I don't have it in mind to accept her soon. After she rejected me for your boyfriend," Chris said, and I chuckled, seeing Rita glaring at me. "Who are those gossiping?" Professor Martin asked, before his gaze fell on me. "Summer, ensure you pay attention and don't fail. We have a test coming up in two weeks. So be focused," he said, and I nodded.

Xavier's fist connected to his cheek bone this time and he staggered. "I guess I've been easy on you for too long." Gina's boyfriend spat on the floor and tore his own cloth from his body. "You piece of shit!" Xavier's spoke with a hint of sarcasm. "What good is that going to do?" Xavier sent another punch to his face but just as it was about to crash on his face he held it. "Just so you know, the name's Chris." He gripped Xavier's hand tightly and sent multiple punches to the face of Xavier before throwing him against the wall.

Mallory drowned his grief in bottles and bets, racking up debts with every underground bookie in town. By sixteen, Chris was the one scraping together cash from odd jobs, delivering pizzas, washing cars, to keep the lights on and the collectors at bay. School was a joke; Chris dropped out junior year to work full-time at a mechanic's shop, his hands perpetually stained with grease. That's where he met Jax, his first real crush, a cocky apprentice with tattoos snaking up his arms and a smirk that made Chris's stomach flip. Jax was older, twenty-one, and openly gay in a world that still whispered slurs.

I kept my arms wrapped around her waist, nuzzling my cheeks into her neck, kissing her shoulder from time to time, but she hadn’t uttered a word for the last thirty minutes. Christopher Martin was an excellent agent. He specializes in close quarter combat, applied explosives techniques, rapid assault, counter surveillance, covert communication, precise application of lethal force, unarmed combat, threat elimination; the list of everything he excels in cannot be piled in a single sheet of paper, much less the list of his kills. He was the kind of agent you send to kill a rogue agent from their company, the kind that you send to assassinate a leader of a fucking country without the fear of bei

“Mom’s insane. Whatever she says, don’t believe her! Penny and I would never lie to you!” The more desperate they became, the darker Martin’s expression grew, his suspicious gaze bouncing between Chris and Penny. “Why does everything always have to involve the baby? Whose baby is this, really? Chris… is it yours?” Martin asked. He seemed to summon all his strength from the air around him as his anger grew. Feeling guilty, Chris instinctively avoided his gaze. “Please, Martin…How can you think that of me?” he pleaded. “You’re my flesh and blood! How could I ever do anything to betray you?”