Christian Bale Novels & Stories

That was a beautiful forced smile. Kill me he has the British accent. " Okay let me show you around Lee. " I say. " can I call you Lee ? " I ask " Yeah sure " He says awkwardly. " Lets go then " I say and move to the door to open it. I could hear him so I know he was right behind me. I turn abruptly and I gasp as I am faced with his broad chest, few feet's away from my head. He is towering above me with I think a 6'4 or a 6'3. His chocolate brown hair is falling out of his beanie in beautiful curls.

Whatever Alexander Bale was hiding behind that cold, controlled surface. It had just made its first sound.

Numbly, I walked through and went out into the reception area. Nikolas was there, sitting on a chair made available with his eyes glued to the watch on his wrist. "Mr. Sica." The stylist was sure to call his attention. Nikolas straightened his back and his gaze went my way as I continued to approach him. I noticed his eyes pop out in shock as his gaze lingered. "Alva?" The disbelief in his voice was evident and he couldn’t even mask it. I couldn't blame that he had found it impossible to believe the sight his eyes were showing him. That the woman walking up to him was still the same Alva Pierce he had grown accustomed to. My reflection had surprised me, so anything was possible.

With a gesture, I ordered the Head warrior to disperse the warriors, and he obeyed, leaving only us, the leaders, and my children on the battlefield. - Oh Goddess, I wish I could see Klaus' face when he comes to his senses and realizes that "the stud of the family," the one who bangs a different woman every day, has a male mate. - Dominic says, still laughing. Everyone chuckles. Well, not everyone. I could see that Brady's face was slightly green. - What's up, old friend? Do you not approve of this design of the Moon Goddess? My friend stuttered, coughed, and, shaking his head, answered me.

Me saying that wouldn’t help anyway. However, when we make it to the barrier, it isn’t Time I see. It’s Cain. He stands there, hands shoved in his trouser pockets, smirking. My heart falls the moment I see him, those golden strands in his hair glowing underneath the sunlight. It seems strange to see him outside in the sun. He seems like a dark dwelling demon. A demon that has saved my life before. Alden looks confused, unsure of who the strange man is standing outside the barrier. “Can we help you.”

Diana was startled and instinctively pulled away, retreating to the side. Taking advantage of the moment, Bale managed to climb up from the ground. The stubble-faced man quickly approached, "Bale, did you call these people?" "Shut up!" Bale stood still, took off his vest, and wiped the blood off his forehead. His eyes were turning red. At this moment, the door of the BMW swung open, and a young man stepped out, followed by two similar-looking henchmen. The man had a refined appearance, handsome features, and a head of short yellow hair that gave him a rather rebellious look.

Bale advised his fellow bodyguard silently with his gun still pointed forward. “What choice do we have? Our souls will be held hostage in hell when Sir Rex discovers what’s happening.” Christian remarks. ”Either way, we have to play this the smart way without getting Cherry in any harm.” Bale whispered. “You can keep whispering to one another but I am getting out of here!” James called. “Wait!- what do you want? Why have you captured a sick patient?” Christian asked. “What are you doing?” Bale whispered. “Just trust me.” Christian whispered back. “I am going to count up to five and I want you to release the patient-”

His eyes—those terrible, pale eyes—glowed faintly in the dim light. King Valerian was the embodiment of a warrior king—tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from muscle and discipline. His physique was built not by luxury but by centuries of battle, every line of his body honed like a weapon. Unlike most alphas, his skin bore a faint, icy pallor, a reflection of the frozen lands he ruled, and his long, silver-streaked black hair flowed like the northern winds he commanded. But it was his eyes that set him apart—piercing pale grey, almost white, glowing faintly with the eerie calm of a predator who didn’t need to snarl to be feared. Even in silence, Valerian commanded a room, a man of both chill

After 10 minutes go by I hear the bedroom door open. “ Charlotte” Alex’s voice rings through the room “ hey are you okay?” He mumbled walking into the bathroom letting out all the steam when he opened the door “ yeah I’m fine it’s just hard you know I could be dead in a few hours” I mumbled Moving my hair out from in front of my face. He growls and steps into the shower in front of me “ look at me” he growls “ Charlotte!” He whispered yelled I slowly looked up at him trying not to cry

This is really awkward yet feels romantic! **** Stephanie c, if you're reading this, sorry girl. Actually, I don't check comments in the middle of my book's chapter and you know we don't even get notifications. But when I read your comment on my book innocence part 01, I realised that you should know now. That the character's full name was Christian Daud. They weren't different. I know this is just too late. But I had no other way. Sorry :')