Christian Reads Novels & Stories

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.

Ivanna Striding between the rows of shelves, I scan through all the books. It's been a long time since I got new ones. Honestly, I don't find the time for reading anymore. "What about this one?" Christian grabs a copy of 'IT ENDS WITH US "Do you think I haven't read it yet?" I chuckle. "It's my favourite one. I told you already" Twitching his lips, he puts it back on the shelf. "You have so many favourites''

“Hmm . . . just complete up until page 35, got it?” “Yes, Dr. Smith,” the class agreed in somewhat unison. “You there,” Dr. Smith pointed at Christian. “What’s up?” he threw his hands up in an exaggerated form of question. “Uh . . . I just started school today,” Christian said as if it should be obvious. Dr. Smith blinked at him. “I know that. Stand up and introduce yourself and all that.” Their teach spun and started to write equations on the board. Christian considered this, then shrugged. Standing, he said, “Name’s Christian Somers. Just came up from Atlanta and for all you

He looked at the empty rooftop. “He followed us.” --- Christian is alive. Free. And hunting them. But is he coming for help or to finish the command he was programmed for?

Christian sighed in distress and he moved closer to her. “Let’s leave Rhoda, you can talk to Jacob later. He would only get angrier if we didn’t leave as soon as possible.” He tried to talk sense into Rhoda’s head as he was so sure that the only reason why Rhoda was still alive right now was because she was RHODA MIKELSON. Sniffing back her tears, Rhoda raised her swollen eyes to look at Christain’s face. “I was only… I…was.” She stuttered as Christian wrapped his hands around her to comfort her.

The New York skyline stabbed through the window, all sharp and cold, but the pages weren’t helping. The door creaked open, and there he was—Christian, leaning against the frame, arms crossed over his chest. His black t-shirt clung to him, black pants sharp as his gaze. He looked like trouble, the kind that could burn the world down and walk away smirking. But There’s something about Christian people don’t see. They see the scowl, the sharp edges, the darkness he doesn’t bother hiding. But me? I see the quiet peace underneath it. I’ve seen it since the beginning. And no matter how rough he gets, I know this is the man who would tear everything apart just to make sure I’m okay.

Malachi nodded with the stoic expression on his face and Adara looked quizzically at both of us. “Ready for what?” I could hear the curiosity in her voice and I just smiled. “I’ll tell you later,” Adara narrowed her eyes at me as we walked into Christian’s room and found him jumping on his bed. “I want this book tonight,” Christian said as he kept hopping. “Are you allowed to jump on your bed?” Christian nodded yes and I grabbed and tickled him until he couldn’t laugh anymore.

, Christian grinned a big one when he saw how helpless she looked. He stood up and straightened his rumpled shirt. “I'll leave you girls to gossip. Now Freya I need you to do something for me” Freya sat up when Christian's weight left her body. “I need you to pray that your Mr sunshine doesn't annoy me again because if he does…..”, Christian cast a meaningful glance at Bridget who stood still in the middle of the room. He left the room, taking his buff boys along with him and closing the door behind him.

I was so sad that he did; I just stand before him staring at him sadly. Christian was attire in a thin black T-shirt that showcases his well-built body, accompanied by black pants and a hard black shoe. He looked very handsome and too dangerous in a sexy way in full black. "Christian," I call his name melancholy as I start to feel a terrible pain within my stomach that something bad was going to happen. Christian did not answer me; instead, he kept on staring at me with sadness within his dark black eyes. "You aren't here to take me back, aren't you?" I asked him while tears begin to fill my eyes.

But I just scowl and slam the bedroom door shut behind me. When Christian comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later carrying his empty coffee cup he finds me reading carefully through the birth control’s instruction booklet. Or, at least that’s what I was doing until he came out of the bathroom all wet and clean-smelling dressed only in a towel slung low on his hips. Suddenly, I forget how to read. All I can do is stare. Christian grins at me, I think liking the way that my eyes slip appreciatively over him, and lifts his chin to the paper in my hands. “What’s that?”