Christian Yu Novels & Stories

Not to mention I still had to deal with Fed, who was orchestrating everything behind the scenes. I jumped out of bed and turned on my computer. I typed Christian's name in the search bar. Not much information came up, showing that he was very protective of his personal information. However, I did get one lead; Christian Miller at an honorary lecture at Harvard Business School. I clicked on the link and couldn't help but laugh; the iconic Christian Miller. He was dressed in a gray-blue designer suit, a crisp white shirt-obviously both masterfully tailored-and more dazzling than his diamond-studded Audemars Piguet watch were his platinum cufflinks. I could see why Aaron preferred his eldest so

"I'm from the Short family," Christian said proudly. It was as if he could do anything he wanted just because of his family. The staff furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm sorry, sir. The Chamber of Commerce will be welcoming an important guest today. We didn't invite any doctors, so I'll need your cooperation to leave with your partner." Christian had never been so embarrassed before. "I…" The staff seemed to have received an order. He pressed his Bluetooth earphone and replied, "Yes, I'm at the door. Mr. York is already here? Okay. I'll go there right now!"

I reminded myself I had time. And today… Today was different. After the morning meetings, Alexandro had found me in the east wing where I was helping the servants organize supplies for the upcoming winter. He looked as composed as ever—dark tunic, sword belt slung casually over his hips—but there was something lighter about his eyes. "I have a request," he said. I straightened immediately, heart thudding. "Of course." He smiled slightly. "There’s a shrine up in the mountains. It's tradition for the Alpha and Luna to visit it after their union—to offer a prayer to the spirits for protection and guidance."

_ he replied. I understand how he feels. However, what can we do? Everyone in the world believes that Christian killed Yulan. The autopsy has been carried out and Christian is seen as Yulan's killer, with the murder weapon having his fingerprints. Only a miracle will save him now. The following morning. I came to see Christian. He saw me walking to his cell and smiled a little. "Hi, Fancy meeting you here?". He made funny faces at me. "You are smiling? Remember what happened?" I raised an eyebrow, staring at his face

She looks panicked. Christian looks at her for a minute processing her train of thoughts. he wants to hit his head to the wall. Why is her mate so dumb. Why can't she understand anything in one go? "No, I AM 'Christian Ford', CEO of Ford industries. What I'm trying to ask is, I- You know about your friends... They are shifters. Do you also know about me and Riya?" He finishes. His voice is a whisper when he asks about him and Riya.

Maya shook her head with a smile on her face. “Seriously though you didn’t have to give me that look. I have always wanted to have a sibling and not some grown up lazy bones like Noor,” she sarcastically said looking at her friend who gave her the middle finger with no care on her face. “Okay let’s go then.” “Great! You are not going to regret this I promise you.” 🐚🐚🐚 Christian was in a very important meeting with his managers of his shipping company when his phone beeped notifying a message from WeChat.

This time we both laughed together, she really was amazing, her voice, her laugh, her hands, and her sense of humor were incredible, refreshing. "Thank you," she said pulling me out of my thoughts, "I really appreciate that you like it, even knowing that you didn't want me to touch you forty minutes ago." "Yes, well, I'm not very adept at contact," I replied, embarrassed. "Christian Gray," she whispered almost voicelessly now working my legs. “What?” I asked confused, "Who’s that?" She gave me one of her laughs again. "He's a fictional character from a book who doesn't like to be touched because in his childhood someone put out cigarettes on his chest," she explained, pressing my right calf,

“You’re lawless, Christian! You’re distorting the truth!” Yoana glared daggers at him, eyes burning with a cold flame. “You think you call the shots here?” “Can you even bear the responsibility for causing this much trouble?!” Christian smirked, looking proud and righteous. “I know I’m not in charge of the place, and neither is the Hamilton family.” “You have many powerful figures supporting the Mendoza family as well. It’s impressive, really!” “But, so what?!” “You should know that Young Lord York from Hong Kong is supporting my family!”

I just smiled at him sadly because I feel so tired right now that I can't even move my lips. "It's time, they're all gone," Kendrick said in a voice full of hope. Maybe if there's anything good had happened to me in this place for almost a year, it's probably meeting Kendrick. He's kind and caring to me, that I can't help but wonder if he's Benjie's legitimate son. Kendrick always gives me water and food secretly, he also helps me escape this place but all of our plans didn't work out. Sometimes I can't help but feel sorry for Kendrick, he's only fourteen and he was surrounded by barbaric murderers, though they like to call themselves werewolf hunters.

She asked, the corner of her lips slightly curved up. Christian smiled, “I am Christian Knight, CEO of JM Inc. and the president of the Knight Group.” He introduced himself, and Mishka slowly nodded. “And about your second question,” Christian looked into Mishka’s eyes, “I am looking for my wife and kids.” He stated, and the mysterious glint in his eyes appeared amusing to Mishka. “Why did she leave you?” Her eyes turned cold staring at him and her question sounded more of a complaint to Christian, but he ignored it.