Christiane F Book English Novels & Stories

“I think it’s pathetic. A cup of coffee, Christian? really? You’re a trained head of security. You speak five languages. And the best you could come up with was a pixelated beverage?” “It was symbolic,” Christian gritted out. “Symbolic of what? That you’re caffeinated and emotionally unavailable?” I poured myself a drink, hiding a smirk. Seeing the Iceman crack was the most entertainment I’d had all week. “It was a mistake,” Christian said stiffly. “It was a lapse in judgment. Katherine and I… we are incompatible. She is chaos. I require order.” “She’s Eliana’s best friend,” I reminded him. “Which means she’s going to be around. A lot. In fact…”

she said and both laughed. Jim left for the apartment while she asked Easton for a book to read so that she could pass her time in a boring hospital. She was reading her favorite book “Do with me what you will” when the door knocked. She looked up at Mr. and Mrs. Fanaggaen. Christina looked so worried; she had Easton’s expressions when he got tense. “Oh thank God honey you are fine” she said and hugged her. Lorenzo walked towards her and gave her some flowers.

She fluttered her eyes open meeting with the pair of mine. "You look lovely," I remarked. "Not with my hair, which resembles a bird's nest." She wrinkled her nose. "That's how I like it." I said before calling on the maid, Let me request that our breakfast be served here?." I said before she excuse herself out of bed and went to the toilet. Damn, she's making me lose control, and resisting her every time is becoming difficult. But I know I have to keep my legs crossed because Cynthia isn't ready and I want to respect her feelings and also wait for her to be ready.

She expected that he would be downstairs in the kitchen, preparing their breakfast but to her disappointment, she saw her brother sitting on the couch at their living room, with a coffee on the table in front of him. "Kris? What are you doing here? And where's Tristan?" Viviana asked, while making her way towards Kristoffer. "Well, I can answer you first question, my dear sister. I am here to tell you that tomorrow is my flight to Europe. I don't know how long I'll still there with Samantha, much better if I'll be there forever, to ensure that your husband won't ruin my happiness." Viviana raised her brows, as Kristoffer continue. "About your second question, you are the wife, so why you are

Did she see desire flickering in his eyes before she escaped? She chided herself for her momentary lapse. From now on, she would avoid touching him! Taking out a book from her handbag, she sat down to read it. Sienna had recommended the book to her but she hadn’t found the time to read it yet. However, her mind could hardly follow a word. It went back to her embarrassing interaction with Christian. What he might think about her? She dozed off to sleep, tired of her struggles since she woke up this morning.

I wish Stefano were as good at cleaning as he is at cooking; poor Glorita, she's going to have a heart attack when she sees what the kitchen looks like. "Good afternoon Miss; I'm Christie Swan. I have an appointment for a prenatal check-up with Dr. Ramsay," I greet the nurse at the reception desk. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Swan; the doctor is still attending to a patient. Please take a seat; I will let you know as soon as he finishes." "Thank you," I walk towards the waiting room; Stefano follows me silently. I'm afraid that something might happen to him since he talked up to his elbows a few moments ago. I sit on an uncomfortable chair and check my social networks. I love watching doggie videos

Christiana was ready to reclaim her voice, to rewrite her own story, and to forge a future guided by her own strength and convictions. Christiana sat alone in her study, the soft glow of candlelight casting a warm and contemplative ambiance. The room was adorned with shelves of books, each filled with stories of strength and resilience. As she perused the titles, her mind wandered to the situation with Tiger, and she found herself grappling with a difficult truth.

-Leia- I don’t want to admit it, but I am enjoying myself shooting the shit with Christian. He’s been an absolute gentleman tonight and if I am being honest, he’s actually quite funny. I haven’t laughed this much in ages! “Wait, so she barged into your conference meeting wearing a fur coat while buck-naked underneath?” I ask incredulously as he’s recounting one failed conquest after another. “What the hell did she think was gonna happen?” Christian runs a hand over his red face, the smile on his lips contagious. “That I’d drop an important meeting with my Tokyo investors for her? Socialites seldom think further than their cell phones,” he says, shaking his head.

“ Alright. The dinner is ready. You better eat before going to sleep. Or Mr. Brown will fire me. “ She said, standing up. “ He called you?! “ I asked. “ Yup!! “ I scoffed, shaking my head and walked Marry out. After eating dinner I went to his study and picked up one of my new novels and brought it out with me to the living area. I layed back on the couch, in nothing except Christian's t-shirt and a penti underneath since my shorts were also wet. He had said that he'd be coming late in the night, and I was too excited to read the book so I decided against changing. It was also because I was more comfortable in his t-shirt. It smelled like him. Felt like having him this close to me. Opening t

“I’ve figured it out.” “There’s nothing to figure out, Iris,” Christian snarls in a rush, grabbing my arm again, pissed and pulling me closer in his rage, perhaps unintentionally. “She’s my girlfriend – she’ll make the perfect mafia wife. She knows how to move in this world, she comes from the right family, she’s beautiful –“