Novel & Cerita Christian Reads

Another text from the same unknown number She read it again and again, convincing herself that it was someone who was trying to toy with her. At one point she stood up, pacing around the vast bedroom with her hands on either side of her waist. She couldn't help but feel a little bit curious about the contents of the second text. What if there was some truth in it? Isabelle read the text again, loudly, and made a mental note to follow up. The text read: "Christian isn't what you think he is; tread with caution."

I close the letter and my eyes fall on the one she wrote for me. “I might need a minute before I read mine,” I admit, my thumb trailing the neat cursive of my name on the letter. Christian places his hand over mine and I look up into his eyes. “Take all the time you need; it’s for your eyes only, and you can choose to show it to me if you want to or not,” he says. I actually don’t even know if I want to read it right now, so I simply nod and feel thankful for having a man who thinks about my needs before his own. “Thank you, Christian.”

She hardly believed that someone like Christian would be interested in such trivial details. “Are you sure?” he said. “What about his friends? His relationship with his family?” She gave him a strange look. Was he somehow reading her mind or something? “We just talked about… stuff. Trivial things. He doesn’t have many friends since he likes to be alone most of the time.” “Ah, but my dear. You’d be surprised how important trivial things can be.” Christian leaned forward slightly, a little eagerly. “Tell me more. And don’t spare me any details, otherwise I might think you’re hiding something on purpose.”

Like Christian read my mind he started thrusting forward, even hard that I moaned out loud forgetting where we were Christian changed positions again. It was like he wanted to torture me when I wanted so badly to come. He lay on his side with me on my back, my legs raised to his shoulders. He then entered by opening my legs and pressing himself against me. Not only that, but he had me stretched and filled to a hilt. It gave me a heightened level of pleasure. With limited movement, he thrust in and out, pinning my hands above my head that I was going crazy

“ Ah, How I have missed you, my love! “ Saying that, I jumped off the bed and walked up to the poster, caressing Shawn's cheeks. That's when a sound of someone clearing their throat came, startling me and I jumped while turning around. It was Christian. Leaning on the door while his hands stuffed in his pants picked and eyes throwing dagger at me. “ We were supposed to leave? “ He said, entering inside. His eyes wandered behind me with a very visible death wish in them. “ Yeah, I was just . . . . .” I trailed off my sentence and rushed to gather my stuff. Pulling out three paper boxes from under my bed, I started filling them with as much as books they can contain.

"Then you'll survive it. You've survived everything else." I looked at Christian's face. "Christian, do you think they're sincere?" "Yes." "Why?" "Because I saw the way they looked at you." "How did they look at me?" "Like you were the most precious thing in the world." "Really?" "Really." "Christian, what should I do?" "I think you should take your time. Read the papers. Ask yourself what you want." "And if I want them?" "Then you have them." "And if I don't want them?"

Christian says. “Well, that is not happening. I am not leaving Carrie,” I reply to him. “Yeah, I figured, and I told him so. He said the Alpha will come sooner than later. He needs answers and I have them,” Christian says. “Rather cryptic,” I reply as I consider what Christian has shared with me. “What were you talking about?” I ask. “Carrie,” he replies. Carleton POV

Either that or I just don’t understand Christian at all. Since the night of the party at the Seniors’ quarters, he did everything he could to avoid me. It hurts because I like him a lot and if Tyler is right and Christian likes me too then he has the weirdest way of showing it by avoiding eye contact with me, passing me in the halls without saying a single word to me. How do I get him to speak to me? I sighed deeply and once again scanned the page of the book in front of me. I was already more than familiar with the Taxonomy of plants and animals since I spent hours reading them after Annabel advised me to read about them.

~CLAIRE~ I sat there quietly, listening to Christian and his family talk about me like I wasn't sitting right there with them, like I was invisible. I didn't mind though. I was used to it. But from carefully observing them, I realized a few things. Years of being in the shadows of other people and quietly observing had taught me how to read people's true intentions and emotions. Christian was completely unreadable. I couldn't tell what he was feeling, especially with the dark scowl which was inscribed permanently on his handsome face.

I opened the door to find Christian standing outside. His clothes were covered in dust, and his face was stained with grime, looking as though he had just crawled through a sewer or a dog door to get here. He immediately looked away the second he saw me, nervously rubbing his hands together. "I'm here to see Heather, if that's alright, Mrs. Miller." I couldn't help but furrow my brow in confusion, wondering at Christian's purpose. I curtly informed him that his request was denied and moved to shut the door.