Christian Reads Novels & Stories

“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.

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?”

Matthew hands the document to Christian "I'm going first, I want to tell Dhava!" Christian also quickly came out, no wonder he felt a little strange. When he entered the restaurant, there were several eyes on him. Christian chooses to read the document in his car, checking to see if there's anything wrong with it or not. Christian's eyes fall on the stabs in the neck and hands. He sighed, then quickly sent his location to Jack and Max. Looks like he has to work late again tonight. 14

I settle back down with my book, ignoring the cramps in my stomach and hoping that no one else would interrupt me. “Why do you read?” Christians slimy voice breaks my silence and once again I am forced to look at him. “Because I can and it gives my mind a chance to escape!” “Escape me?” I glare at him. “There is nothing between us Christian. You may think we are some destined mated couple, but we are not. It is all in your head.” I turn my eyes back to my book and before long it was ripped from me and tossed across the floor.

He smiled like he knew exactly what that word did to me. "This one's for your birthday." I laughed. "Okay. I'm not the one who's going to say no." Christian reached over and grabbed the tablet from the nightstand. My first instinct was that he was about to show me a picture. Maybe a video of Matt. Something sweet he'd hidden just to make me cry. Instead, he opened a file. A document that looked way too organized to be casual. "Read it," he said. I sat up in bed, pulling the sheet around my waist, and took the tablet from his hands.