Christiane F Book English Novels & Stories

, She snapped, causing Christian to laugh. "Oh they did, but I just have a hard time learning just like you who despite all odds have not learnt not to speak out of turn. We are more alike than we know", Christian mused. Freya watched him closely, his unfocused eyes, unsteady breathing pattern and stiff body language, she wanted to put her hand on what it was. "I guess so. Both hardheaded and troubled", she replied. "That's where you're wrong sweetheart", Christian smiled at her, feeling the need to defend himself.

Perfect. Christiana reached up and pulled it from the wall. The room went quiet. She held it for a moment, staring at their faces. Then she dropped it. The frame hit the floor with a loud crack, glass shattering across the tile. People gasped. Someone shouted. But Christiana did not stop. She lifted her heel and brought it down on the portrait, crushing it further. "Ugly," she said. Then she turned and walked toward the exit. Voices erupted behind her. Shock. Outrage. Someone called her name, but she did not look back. She pushed through the doors and stepped outside.

Mishka asked, sauntering in his direction. “I just came to pick you up,” Christian replied, and his focus shifted to the woman standing next to Mishka. “This is Amelia, co-editor of Scarlet’s book.” Mishka introduced, “and this is my husband, Christian.” “Nice meeting you, sir,” Amelia shook hands with Christian, smiling sheepishly while Mishka glared at her not to open her mouth. Christian smiled. “Glad to meet you.” He smiled and turned to Mishka, “Let’s go,” He said and opened the door of the passenger seat for Mishka, and she sat inside, waving at Amelia.

“No.” She chuckled and carefully placed the book back on the shelf and embarrassingly chuckled, “You have a lot of foreign books here. I can’t even read their titles,” She told him with a shrug. “I usually read English fictional novels. I don’t even know any language other than English,” She unnecessarily added. She doesn’t understand why she had to tell him that. Mateo only nodded his head. Faith dig her teeth into her lower lip and twisted her mouth. There has been something on her mind lately, so she asked. “Can I ask you something else?”

Not a question. "I don't know," I said. "But Christiana is a woman who arranged a sample from a sick child's hospital bed from a different territory. She threatened Eli in a text message. She is currently in a building where her intended mate is being quietly cleared of a compound she put in his system." I held his gaze. "She is also a woman who is about to lose everything if this comes out and she knows that losing everything is a possibility because she is not stupid." Dominic picked up his phone.

her way before glancing back at Christie as we waited for her reply. "Oh, I know what she meant, duh." Was Christie's reply this time. I rolled my eyes before barking out, "Christiana!" Christie shuffled into her jeans shorts and buttoned them up before pulling on her black see through crop top over her breast which were covered by a bra and a small black camisole which stopped beside the ribs. "Urg, please don't call me my full name, it sounds so out of class and I am a woman of class, thank you," Christie corrected before turning back towards the closet to arrange whatever it was that she had scattered when digging out the cloths she had on at the moment.

"We saw each other a few times before something… happened." "Fascinating." She smiled, though it never reached her eyes. "And you sell wedding dresses, don't you? An adorable coincidence, given the circumstances." "I don't believe in coincidences," Christian finally spoke, his voice so cold I barely recognized it. "I believe in fate." Francesca let out a light laugh, almost musical. "Fate?" She tilted her head, watching him with curiosity. "You? The man who planned every single minute of his life? How interesting."

Maria didn’t speak immediately. That somehow made things worse. Finally— “You seem distracted lately,” she said softly. Christiana forced a faint smile. “I’ve been tired.” Maria glanced at her briefly. “Tiredness changes behavior.” A pause. “But fear changes it even more.” Christiana’s pulse quickened. “What do you mean?” Maria stopped walking. Then slowly turned toward her. “I mean secrets have a way of revealing themselves through people.” Silence. Christiana forced herself not to react. Not even slightly.

“It’s just, finding out your middle name is Ivano at the… at the ceremony tells me how little I know about you.” The air in the room drops as Christian’s body goes rigid against mine, his breathing while controlled, has kind of lost its perfect rhythm, and his arms falter just a little bit. Barely recognizable even, but I feel it. “I’m an open book, Princess,” he says, but I think he can also feel it in him that he’s lying. I scoff, shaking my head. “And I’m the queen of England.” His body relaxes, pressing a hot kiss where his jaw had been mere seconds ago. It sends a shiver down my spine, making me shift deeper into his embrace. Though the movement reminds my body that I’m sore in places I

She yelled as Christian was about to leave, "Christian! Are you going to look for her? Have you forgotten? You have already signed the divorce papers!" Christian stopped in his tracks and turned around. His gaze was as sharp as a knife. "Even then, I wouldn't marry you!" Then, he left without looking back. At the end of the corridor, his assistant was waiting for him. "Don Fuzio, there were no records of Donna Fuzio entering Swisserland borders. It's like she has vanished." Christian stood in silence on the spot for a long time. In the end, he merely said, "Continue looking for her."