Novel & Cerita Christian Reads

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?”

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.

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.

“I mean, look how hard you tried, I'm not cut out for that,” “Never say never, bruh. It might hit you when you least expect it,” “No, thank you.” I hear a sound and then distant voices. “I'm so sorry, I didn't see you coming?” I hear the unmistakable voice of a lady. Christian Richardson actually stutters. “Uhm, yeah…. it's fine— I wasn't looking too,” he says in a low tone and I can already picture the scene. “I'm — I'm Christian, you?” He bothers on.

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.

Spending those days with him in that yacht wasn’t something that I had planned out, but it was all his doing and now he thinks that he could just dump me. After sitting for a while I walked out of the room and just like I thought he was sitting at the dining table and had a book in front of him. I felt that fear rush through me at that moment, I never knew that he could read this was my biggest surprise. I swallowed as I approached him. Without saying a word to him,I dragged out the chair that was beside him and sat on it. I thought you were not going to return. Christian didn’t turn his face to me but instead he just sighed and dropped the book on the table and turned his whole focus on me