Novel & Cerita Christian Fiction For Men

"He has done many things, some vile and beyond illegal, but for the last seven years he worked to make the families more respectable. He all but eliminated the sex trade and I can't tell you how many times his supply was stolen or burned. He isn't a good man but he isn't a bad one either Alley." I let her words settle in my head as I fell asleep in her arms. How could I love a man like that? I knew I couldn't have a life with him and that was the only truth I knew. I can't explain how much that hurt. Christian feels like he is apart of me. How can we be so different but one in the same?

Good thing Dad wouldn’t be back any time soon. I carried my phone to the living room, curled up on the couch and put on a romantic thriller that was supposed to be steamy but mostly just made me restless. As the couple on screen started tearing each other’s clothes off, my mind drifted. God, I wanted that. Not just a dildo or a voice on a call. A real dick. Thick, warm, attached to someone who would grab my hips and fuck me like he meant it. The kind of pounding that would leave me sore and dripping for days. But as long as I was stuck in this house, that was never going to happen. Dad’s rules were ironclad….no boys, no going out, barely any freedom. One wrong move and he would lock me down

I still don’t understand why he feels so strongly about me when it feels like Dante has completely ruined me for other men. “Christian,” I start, “What exactly is it about me that attracts you? Clearly, I still have a lot of personal issues I am dealing with, and yet you still stand by me. Why are you waiting for me when I am damaged goods?” Christian’s brow furrows as I ask him this and he seems completely confused by my question. “Damaged goods? Is that how you see yourself?” He says, shaking his head and letting out a scoff.

“But… why?” “Your little plan has its own benefits. You can use it to your advantage starting from now.” He smiled. “It’s just how men are. They’d go crazy if their women kept pushing them away and playing hard-to-get. It’s an irresistible challenge, so to speak.” She scowled. “That’s probably how you feel. Michael isn’t like that.” Why did he keep on implying something romantic between them? It was seriously tiring. “Tsk, tsk,” Christian said with a shake of his head. “You don’t know how men are like, Camille. Especially when it comes to the woman that they’re chasing. You’ll have to trust me. Men are all the same.”

he murmured, reaching forward to press a soft kiss against my skin. I blushed, and he smiled, swirling his fingers once more across my skin. “So, what's your plan for tomorrow?” I asked. “You must have some family who you need to contact or something, right?” Christian sighed and shook his head. “Nah,” he said, nonchalantly, as though there were no feelings about it either way. “Christmas hasn't been a big thing to me in a while. Usually, I just work my way through a bottle of good wine and maybe a couple of movies, things that I don't have time to do at other times of the year. And normally, if I get lonely-” He cut himself off, and I raised an eyebrow at him, guessing what he'd been about

Did he really apologize to her. Whereas Christian thought to himself, Since they had to live together, he should try to be honest with her. Letting out a breath, he said, "I’m fine with men, but all women make me feel uncomfortable. So I always avoid them. Sorry I reacted like that" Christian sat there with his back straight as a ramrod as always. he looked completely alright. he is so handsome why does he not like to be around women. Does he only like Chelsea? His eyes were as still as water in a well. He was used to this. After all, he had seen countless women throwing themself at him for the power. he hates the women who covet money, fame, and power.

And fuck! The man was built like sin itself. Defined abs. Strong chest. Tattoos winding subtly along one arm disappearing toward his shoulder. I actually lost my train of thought. A quiet chuckle left him. “There,” he murmured. “That look.” My eyes dragged to his face, my cheeks flushed. “I can practically hear your thoughts.” I gulped hard. “Sir…” “You’re wondering what it would feel like,” he continued calmly, stepping closer again. “To be touched by someone stronger than you.”

Only two seem to be nonfiction and self help books, yet when i check what content they will be self helping me with i feel surprise running through me. "The delicate art of seduction and manipulation." I fling that one to a corner of the room and pick up the other. "How to make men beg for a chance to fuck you." I fling that one even harder and it joins its partner on the floor near my wardrobe. There are four remaining. Four novels which I have two days to myself to devour. The smile that works its way up my face is radiant. I'm going to have such a good time.

After a pause, Benson sat onto the chair beside Mary and, adjusting his stray hair, resumed, "But she'd be barking up the wrong tree if she goes down that path, because in no circumstances will Christian marry her!" "Why?" Mary asked. "Because he's never acknowledged any women as his lovers, except for the one he loved deeply years ago. That woman seemed to hurt him bad, and he's never dated anybody since then... Jessica might be able to keep him interested for a little while longer, but there's no way she could truly win his heart!" Benson responded, sounding positive. As Mary listened to Benson's words, Christian's sharp-contoured face appeared in her mind, unapproachable, poised, fascinat

then spooned a large spoonful of pasta. "Hmmm .... yeeah." I muttered with a mouth full of food. "You owe me. You owe me ..." I looked at him, he spooned the pasta into his mouth, I imitated his movement ... still watching and waiting for the next sentence. "A mind blowing sex ... That overcomes Christian Gray's fantasy madness." Hearing that I almost spat all my mouth. Is he crazy? I am crazy? Or has the world gone mad? What did he say earlier? Chris ... Christian Gray? A male fictional character with crazy sex fantasies?