Christian Rizz Lines Novels & Stories

One reckless, emotional night where everything finally unraveled. God, I loved reading. A sudden throat clearing shattered the moment. I jumped so hard my heart slammed into my ribs, eyes going wide as I whipped around— Straight into Tristain. He still wore his black dress clothes, but the top three buttons were undone, exposing a thin silver chain that lay casually against his skin. Another thing that was begrudgingly attractive. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, revaling ropes of veins that snaked all around his forearms. Fuck…

she pointed at the table. She did?. No wonder Sky said something about me taking an excuse to stay at home. “I’ll go to the temple with my mom tomorrow to pray on your behalf, okay? I'll pray specifically for you to get well soon, and cast out evil eyes!” “Isn’t that exaggerated?” Claire, one of the girls said, and we laughed. “Melissa, you should become a nun instead, so that your daily prayers can wipe out your bad luck,” another girl called Quincy said, and another round of laughter followed.

“That’s eight figures, Cross. Real money. Even for us.” Julian’s smile is slow and cruel. “They’re calling it the Black Run. A full sweep. Clean through Twelve. Sponsors are salivating. She’s hot, she’s new, she’s got trauma written all over her. They think she’s the first wildcard to actually make it.”

“That’s enough out of both of you. Derrick, stop trying your best to piss Xavier off at every chance you get, and Xavier, haven’t you learned not to let Derrick push your buttons? You know that’s all he wants to do.” They both mumble under their breaths and I almost fall backwards with how hard I facepalm myself. “I can’t keep up with this.” The bell rings right on time, saving me from further torment, but Derrick still trails after us as we leave, his presence a relentless hum in my already crowded head. Xavier’s muttering curses under his breath, trying not to upset me all the while shooting daggers at Derrick, who pretends to be oblivious.

The aide vanished instantly. Alone, Clarisse rose and crossed to the window, the skyline glittering like a board scattered with broken glass. She had ruled these towers for years, unseen and unchallenged. But now, too many shadows pressed against her walls. Damon Cross circling with his enigmatic smile. Elara growing sharper, bolder. And somewhere, an unseen player who could sever her lines without warning. Clarisse touched the pearl at her throat, grounding herself with the ritual gesture. No, she wasn’t beaten. A snapped string didn’t mean the symphony ended. It only meant she needed a new instrument.

I cried out, my hands flying up to push against his chest. He ignored my hands. His fingers clawed at the high collar of my sweater, ripping the fabric down and exposing my bare neck and shoulder to the dim, orange light of the boiler room. The moment his eyes found my skin, his chest stopped moving. He froze completely. Right there, etched into my pale flesh, were the raw, red scratch marks where Maria’s long manicured nails had dug into my shoulder during the bathroom confrontation. Leo’s breathing turned completely ragged. A harsh, whistling hiss escaped his teeth, his jaw locking so tight the bone looked like it was about to snap.

Nails left crescent marks in the skin. “I’m — shit — ” Marcus pressed their foreheads together. His breathing came in harsh pants.“Come on. Let go.” Ethan shattered first. His back arched. A choked groan tore out of him as he spilled hot and thick over Marcus’s fist, streaking their stomach. The sight of it — Ethan’s release painting their skin — pushed Marcus over the edge seconds later. He came with a low, guttural curse. Hips stuttering. Adding messy stripes to the mess already there.

Her hands fisted in my shirt, pulling me closer, like she wanted to erase every inch of distance that had ever existed. It was reckless. It was dangerous. It was perfect. When we finally broke apart, breathing hard, her forehead rested against mine. “That…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “That was crossing the line.” A bitter laugh caught in my throat. “Yeah.” My thumb traced her jaw, unwilling to let go. “And I don’t regret it.” Her eyes searched mine, wide and vulnerable. “Neither do I.” --- We didn’t go inside. Not yet. We walked again, slower this time, like we needed the night air to cool the fire still sparking between us. Every brush of her hand against mine felt like another pro