Christa Aot Novels & Stories

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Kira tried barging in through the door, but before she could climb up, Azazel stopped her. “Not now; she is asleep,” he tried shooing Kira away. Kira was the woman who would help him organize his fashion events and balls whenever he needed help. The woman always kept a professional tone with him, which is why Azazel admired her; she was one of the very few outsiders whom Azazel respected. The girl caught Azazel gawking at Athena’s pictures like a pervert, she didn’t let the man go until he told her who she was, the man didn’t let her in all the details, only enough to know that Athena was the girl Azazel had a childhood crush on.

A familiar voice said, which made Syra break eye contact with me as she stared at who had dared interrupt her abuse games. I heaved a sigh of relief at who I saw walking towards us. Christy. I didn't know that I had unintentionally gotten close to her, and I hadn't seen her these past few days, as I heard she had gone to some gamma summit, and she had just arrived at the right time. "Ooh, Christy, if it isn't the Luna's servant," Syra said, rolling her eyes as she glared at Christy. "And if it isn't the pack's whore, scampering around, not knowing what to do," Christy retorted, not failing to hide the malice in her tone.

Christa's PoV Morning routine carried on as normal, cleaning, making breakfast, going to school, and cooking lunch, being bullied, abused and so on. Oh yea, you may have noticed, I'm the omega of the pack. Let me introduce myself, I'm Christa M. Carter (Chris for short). I am currently 14 years old and an optimist. I am located in the Night Moon Pack, as for why I'm here, well since my mother died when I was 5 years old, and with no one to look after me, I soon became an orphan who was later admitted into an orphanage where I began to work and learn some skills which wasn't as bad but a few months afterwards I was kidnapped by a gang of misdeeds who plan to kill me but instead abused me for

she said angrily to the Lord. She tried to sit up but slipped in her blood and fell. "Daughter" Norcia helped his daughter to sit up. Their mother helped Maximilian. "I curse you Lord Assorthan. You will never live peacefully. I curse you that, your blood will become the reason for your death" Theodora cursed the Lord and loud thunderstorms rang from outside. She then turned towards the people who were silently watching them suffer.

Kate POV “I Challenge Katelyn Adams for the Alpha title of the Golden Moon Pack!”. I couldn’t believe what I had heard. It was resonating through my mind, without fully comprehending. Looking into the crowd I wait for the voice to come forward. It’s familiar but with the crowd who jumped up loudly the voice was lost in the crowd.

I was more determined than that though, I'd go all night if I had too. It was 3 am and Max was passed out on the sofa. Still no sign of a single Megestanis, but I had found Postestas Loren's mate. Her name was written as Donatia Chiaramonti Loren and unlike every other name, it was in red ink. Her birth date, April 16th 44 AD, was also in red. "Max , wake up," I said. "Bloody hell, Max! I said wake up!" I repeated after he didn't reply.

She tapped her chin like she was thinking about it. Her boldness took me aback, and I was about to tell her it was none of her business when Grace spoke first. “Don’t answer her,” Grace said, folding her arms across her chest. “Christa here is a writer for the Fenrir online publication. She’s always looking for the newest gossip for her stories. Trust me, you don’t want to go down that road.” Christa rolled her eyes as she took a sip of her drink.