Christian Reads Novels & Stories

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 read the title, the book hadn’t been on the shelves for long or it had been looked at recently as there was very little dust. “I found it a couple of days ago” “Were you looking for it” Alpha Christian shakes his head “I was looking for something to read” It wasn’t what I was expecting to hear, I haven’t met anyone that had been interested in books before and the thought makes me smile. “Alpha Christian?” “You don’t have to call me Alpha each time. What can I do for you?” “Why do they keep coming for me?” He sighs and crosses the room back towards me and takes the book from my hands. Opening the book, he flips through it until he finds what he is looking for and hands me the book and point

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.

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.

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.