Chris X Ted Novels & Stories

“Yeah. Apparently, they think if I say yes, you’ll listen better than if they come straight at you.” I raised an eyebrow. “And what exactly did you say?” “Well, I told them you’re thinking about it… but you have doubts. And honestly? I have doubts too.” I smirked. “Sounds like you’re the one who needs convincing.” Chris laughed nervously. “It’s a bit weird, isn’t it? Like being the middleman in my own deal.” Over the next few days, Chris turned into a relentless, awkward salesman for the show. One afternoon, he showed up at the test kitchen holding a stack of glossy cooking magazines. “Look at this!” he said, thrusting one into my hands. “Your future in print!”

Frank said worriedly. “Yes, I expect them to be on their planes seconds after they find out. I deal with them don't worry! In fact, the person I would most worry about is that Xan fellow. I bet Dad is putting him through his paces right about now!” Theo said with a chuckle. ======================================================= “With all due respect Chris, I don’t think this is the time to be giving me an interview!” Xan said frustrated. “Hit a nerve, did I? All I asked was if you ever had a sexually transmitted disease and how many partners you’ve had! This is not unreasonable considering you have been dating my granddaughter!” Chris said staring at Xan from across the table.

I thought as I continue to watch the streaks of tears trailing his cheeks. Chris might be someone who smiles at people he gets along with and frown at people he doesn’t, a simple guy to anyone who knows him but I know he is more than that, Chris is someone who’s been traumatized and find it hard to properly open up and convey his feelings, he hardly says what he’s feeling. He hardly talked about his thoughts but I know Chris is someone with bottled in emotions. My body is more honest after all.

Jumping, I moved closer to him. "You guys awake?" We heard Chris on the other side of the door. "Yeah." Ted called. I wiped my tears away, sitting up and trying to compose myself. "What's up?" I asked Chris as he walked into the room. "I have to leave in a few hours but, there are a few people here who would like to see you?" "Really?" I looked puzzled. "Who?" "Come down and see silly." He laughed. "Alright." I sighed. "Let me get cleaned up and we'll be down." I said, looking back at Ted.

Shane muttered, his voice full of bitterness. Chris glanced at the fruit basket. “Take it back. Don’t show your face around Dad. He doesn’t want to see you.” “Oh, Chris, don’t be so quick to turn down my good intentions.” Xena’s tone was playful, her voice laced with mock affection. “I came all the way here. Isn’t that proof of my sincerity? Besides, I heard everything you just said. “You really do have a great mindset, Chris. It’s no wonder you studied abroad and gained so much experience. I admire your ability. I sincerely hope you’ll come back to the company and help me.

“If she wins the challenge, then she will have my support.” “Same!! Same!! Same!!” The other people agreed with Sean. “Healer or not. Blessed or cursed. I’m into this. Thank you for being honest with us, Boss!!” Chris said, and immediately Theodore started feeling guilty about hiding his own identity from everyone. At the same time, Chris had watched his father dying with the pain of losing his mate, and he didn’t want someone else to go throw the same pain again. And the best part, he didn’t have anyone behind him to cry if anything happened to him.

Vitali’s mouth drops open, “Dumpling, you wound me. I thought we were friends.” I smile with a shrug, “Friends tell each other the truth.” I can feel Chris’ pride and amusement as he pulls me closer. “This isn’t fair, I can’t even argue with you cause you’re so damn sweet. It would be like arguing with Mother Teresa or Gandhi,” he says while waving his arms around in frustration. “Who?” I ask in confusion. “Famous humans, I’ll explain them to you later,” Chris says while kissing my temple. I sigh in contentment as I feel those delightful electric tingles zap through me.

Xander “When does his press conference start?” I asked Scott, who stood nearby with a tablet in his hand, diligently taking notes. “In fifteen minutes, sir. Chris Harris has reportedly been highly discreet about what he intends to offer in his defense, according to news organizations,” he said. “Okay. Our teams need to be prepared for anything. That useless piece of junk is untrustworthy,” I murmured and dismissed him. Sighing, I slumped back in my chair. I could sense that something was off. Chris didn’t have the resources, but his intentions are sinister. However, I would relish nothing more than to destroy the asshole.

And for Fred don't worry, we talked and he had apologized for what he said to Chris about me, but I had taken the weight off the matter because, to tell the truth, he hadn't been a bit much wrong about that. I had gotten used to waiting for Chris to show up and that wasn't right, and with things fixed, we were getting along wonderfully. "Chris doesn't drink coffee," Fred told me seeing that I was carrying two glasses with me on the way home. "Neither tea," I nodded looking at him with a grimace, "The problem is that I first saw him naked and then I knew that flaw, I mean, what normal being does not drink coffee? But don't worry, it's actually hot chocolate.”

"All those sufferings are because of a love word." Chris knew that in his father's eyes, he was not much different from a monster of destruction. So he has never appeared to the public before, never participated in the power game of the pure line. What Chris has done for the past 300 years is constantly learn, program high-level systems, and research some things that he thinks will be useful in the future.