Christian Reads Novels & Stories

He looked like a lion at rest—still, dangerous, stunning. A young woman got on and sat opposite him. Tight dress. Shiny heels. Legs smooth as glass. I noticed. Everyone did. But Christian didn’t flinch. Didn’t glance. Didn’t blink. He just clicked the bezel of his Rolex and continued reading like a sculpture. I’d judged him as a player. A cocky suit with women on speed dial. Apparently, I didn’t know a thing. His stop came, and I considered returning the phone then. But…tomorrow sounded better.

She had intended to use Jamie for physical support and Aaron for emotional support, but now everything just seemed odd. A man who appeared to be a little older than her with dark blond hair was hunched over a computer, his back to them when they came in. She assumed this must be Christian. He must have been working hard on something when they entered because he didn’t even hear them at first. She wasn’t sure if he suddenly realized they were there or if someone popped him an eye message, but he looked up abruptly, setting down the mouse he had been using, and coming over to meet Cadence. “Hello, I’m Christian,” he said extending his hand.

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.

He sounded astonished rather enraged which took a load of weight from Kathleen’s shoulders. “It wasn’t me,” she grunted and looked at her boyfriend. “Christian did.” “He—what?!” Tomoya almost vaulted on the couch in surprise and turned to Takumi for answer, but by how his brows met, he could tell he wasn’t expecting to hear such thing. “B-By any chance, can Christian see dead people?” Before Kathleen could speak, he reappraised and emended. “Can he see or hear the dead? Perhaps, souls… demons?”

CHRISTIANTIAN KNIGHT written on it with a silver sparkling ink. She sat on the bed and started reading the invitation card while waiting for Christian, but he didn’t return, and an hour later, she tried calling him, only to find his number switched off. “Ahh… Where are you, Chris?” She groaned in frustration and decided to drop him a message.

, " Yeah. Let me read it for you" " No, I can", " You can?", "Hmmm, I was made to study so I can do all Alice's assignments, so I can read. " Christian groaned, "Paying off." She read through it, and her mouth curled up into a grin. It was a personal account, and she felt so grateful. Christian was taken by surprise and he nearly choked on his coffee when she grabbed his hand close to her chest. " Thank you so much," she cooed, " I really, really appreciate, thank you."

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

",Christian questioned himself, staring at the small house from outside. It started raining heavily out of nowhere which forced Christian to come inside. He did not want to sleep now so he decided to read a novel to divert his mind from Samson's topic. He decided to read it in the living room, on the couch. So he lay down comfortably reading the book while the weather outside was not good at all. "I hope Samson will have reached his destination by now, otherwise, it would be difficult for him to drive all the way in this bad weather.",Christian thought in his mind while reading the novel. "Wow! Even reading my favorite novel did not help me to stop thinking about him. I really don't know how

Crystal asked, for whatever Christian was talking about, she has no idea of or she doesn’t know in general on what he means yet she still kept her posture perfectly still, as if nothing concerning was happening. Christian’s expression remained the same as he began leaning onto the backrest of his cushioned seat, sitting like as if it were a throne and he was the king who reigns on it. “You know… the disappearance of my older step-brother, Cristopher?” he spoke, his eyes seemingly held a glint of intent.

Before he could ask anything, he noticed the thick, black journal sitting on the coffee table between them. "What’s going on?" Christian asked, his gaze flicking between them. Ruth swallowed hard. "You need to read this." She pushed the journal toward him, her hands visibly shaking. Christian hesitated only for a second before picking it up. He flipped through the first few pages, his brows furrowing as he skimmed through the words. As he read, his expression darkened. Minutes passed, the only sound in the room the quiet rustling of pages. Then, with a sharp exhale, Christian slammed the journal shut. His jaw tightened, his grip so firm that his knuckles turned white.