Christian Reads Novels & Stories

He continued to read through the entry, letting out a light chuckle and hearty laughter every now and then, and as I watched him, I realized I’ve fallen so deeply for this man, loving every version of him. Cold Christian. Unhappy Christian. Christian who didn’t like me. Christian who likes me now. Obedient Christian. Rude Christian. Every single version, I’d loved. And still do…

The room fell into silence. Christian stood still for a moment, then slowly walked toward the table. His fingers hovered over the file before finally picking it up. There was something oddly unsettling about this moment, something his instincts were warning him about but he couldn’t quite place it. He flipped it open, his eyes landed on some documents, background details and even pictures. His eyes scanned through them quickly at first, then slower… more carefully. He saw Daniella’s childhood pictures, her school records and something inside he chuckled, for the first time ever he found them cute. Nothing seemed suspicious.

They found Christian sitting on the bed, looking towards the light. "Christian, what's happening?" David asked, seeing him gazing at the light. "I think I can see the light, David. It was just a flicker, but I believe I did." "Really? Let me examine you." David immediately began shining a light into Christian's eyes with a specialised device, and he could clearly see Christian following the light wherever he moved it. He turned to the others with a happy smile.

Christian muttered with wonder because it was always him who had to kick out the girls after night. Christian looked around the room when his eyes fell on the bed. He saw the bloodstain on the white bed sheets. Christian smiled remembering her beautiful innocent face went his eyes fell on his tie. He picked up his tie and frowned looking at the one hundred dollar note. He saw something written on it. Christian sat down on the bed and started reading. His eyes went red by the time he finished reading. He fisted his hand in anger. Her words kept playing in his mind like a broken radio

He stretched his arms and the store manager came back with a box and they exited the store. “I’ll see you tomorrow at church, okay?” Danny said, and they parted their ways. While Danny left the place in his car, Christian walked a few miles and entered a café and, while waiting for the potential client, his eyes fell on the bookshelf. “The Antagonist Of My Life by Scarlett,” Christian read and abruptly stood up to take it from the shelf.

she said, which made Hazel grin. ~⁠♡⁠♡~ There was silence in the house. He broke it, stepping inside, his heel-clicking against the floor. The light was spread but not enough to cover every corner of the place. He let out a sigh of relief. Hazel was reading the Bible in the same living room, sitting on one of the settees placed near the windows. As she heard the noise around her, she looked back and saw Christian walking through the living room to the stairs.

he ignored my expression. " Very funny. Why are you here alone?” Christian stood up, running his fingers through his hair, then snapping his neck. " I was reading an article on my cell phone and decided to take a break," he shrugged. " And then you sleep in the middle of campus? Just when I think you couldn't get any weirder!” "Do you want something, Campbell?" He stepped closer, crossing his arms. Christian was taller than I was, so I had to lift my face to look into his eyes at his closeness.

But sometimes texts from Christian can be much better than job offers. When I open the chat box, I see he's sent me two images, and one voice recording. The grocery store wifi tries to be slow but the images finish loading, and the sight of a shirtless Christian Storm immediately makes me feel like my mouth is drooling. From the picture, Christian has just woken up. His hair is still tousled. His eyes, though cool and sharp, have that sleepy bleariness to them. The lines of his broad shoulders draw my eyes and I feel bad for only wanting to stare at them. Shirtless Christian Storm is always a treat.

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

Chapter-55 AVYANNA'S POV "Hey, what about this play?" Christian asked as he came closer to me, making me look up from the book I was reading. "Choose whatever suits you," I said, not bothering to look at it, and he sighed. "Seriously? When I had proposed coming to the library, I had thought that we both would do the work. Why are you being a bully and making me find the ‌play when all you have been doing for the past hour is reading these fictional books?" Christian whined, and I spared him a look before smiling and continuing my reading.