Romans & histoires Christiane F Book English

He was going to make this up to her even if it killed him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tuesday came and Renee got excited. She got Christian ready and she headed to the library. She got there early so she could find a book for Christian to look at while she talked to Kevin. She looked at Christian as he checked out the book. She pushed his hair back away from his face. He looked so much like Kevin when he was a little boy. She remembered the pictures that he had shown her. Christian’s hair was almost a platinum blonde which was a little lighter than Kevin’s had been in the pictures, but the bright green eyes were the same. Christian smiled at her and went back to his book.

Something happened tonight," I whispered urgently. Alex's expression turned inquisitive, and he nodded. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice low and concerned. I took a deep breath, preparing to unfold the tangled threads of my encounter with Christy and the emotions Natalie had awakened within me. "Yeah, what... DID?" Alex emphasized, his voice laced with curiosity. His gaze drifted away, fixated on a captivating figure across the room. I followed his line of sight, and my heart skipped a beat. Christiana stood poised, radiant in a stunning green lace dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. The garment shimmered under the light, accentuating her beauty.

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN: "Guilty secret. " //Chandra Margaret// Talking to Christian isn't that bad. Knowing that we actually kinda have the same interest with books. "What did you do at the back?" Seah curiously ask. I shake my head. "Nothing. I found the book that I wanted to re-read."

"I've been working on the section with the book in particular," Brynne said. "She suffered some heat damage in a fire decades ago, and it's been a struggle getting the cooked-on lacquer off that book. It's special, I just know it." I looked again and made out the word Chrétien. "It's in French. That is the name Christian right there." I pointed. Her eyes got big and her voice excited. "It is?"

Christiano, who was standing in front of him, said coldly. As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Feng Mian covering her chest with one hand and looking at Adeline with a hurt expression. Then, she turned her gaze to Christiano's delicate features and said fearlessly, "We did meet before. Unfortunately, someone has already taken the initiative. Otherwise, do you think that I would not be able to win the heart of a beautiful lady with my graceful demeanor and good looks?" Christiano nodded and said, "But the truth is that you don't even have a chance to speak in the end!"

Chapter 235: Lover's Trip **Christiana’s POV** Europe felt like freedom. The cities we visited looked like a painting, the mornings smelled like coffee and possibility, and every night ended with laughter that left my stomach aching. I was simply me, a woman in love, a wife enjoying the best days of her marriage. Bryan made sure of it. He carried my bags, kissed me at every street corner, pointed out silly little things like an old man feeding pigeons or a child chasing bubbles, and made me laugh until I snorted.

The door opened and Elizabeth was immediately thrown out of the bedroom and into the small study room outside. As she watched the door close in front of her eyes, Elizabeth banged on the door angrily. “Christian, are you a man or not? You’re fighting with a woman over a bed.” “Sorry, I can’t tell which part of you is like a woman,” Christian said bluntly. Even angrier, Elizabeth felt as if her lungs were about to catch on fire. “Yes, I don’t behave like a woman. Your Chelsea is the most feminine person there is.” Christian said candidly, “That’s true.”

PENELOPE Christian and I spent the rest of the weekend, locked in our penthouse, subsisting on room service and orgasms and christening every surface‐though I'm not sure “christening” was the right word to use, considering how filthy our activities were. Sex with Christian was sex like I'd never known it. Raw. Animalistic. Soul-destroying in the best possible way. It shattered every preconceived notion of who I was and molded me into something more darker, more depraved. He called me princess one moment and his whore the next.

I faltered, contemplating if I should tell him. Christian's fingers tightened around my waist as he waited patiently. "What did you see?" "It's Jason." I said finally. "He's having... sex with a woman back there, behind the garden." "A woman?" Christian frowned. "Sophie?" I shook my head. It wasn't Sophie. I was sure of it. "No, Sophie has dark hair. This one was blonde. A bimbo." Christian's face darkened. "Even at his wedding, he didn't miss the chance to prove what a misogynistic bastard he is!"

Christian spoke. “That’s because he’s ashamed, but there’s nothing to be ashamed about.” I smiled. “He did the same thing as Isobel, but for some reason forgiving him was a little bit easier.” “Yes, because he was clearly mentally unstable, and Isobel was just obsessed with me.” Christian chuckled. That was a pretty accurate conclusion. “I took some cute pictures of Siena. Do you want to see them?” I asked Christian, who immediately leaned in closer. He was probably dying to ask more questions about Siena but was too afraid to ruin a good moment. “Yes, please show me.”