Christiane Hörbiger Novels & Stories

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

I looked at them puzzled for a moment before pushing two of them aside and seeing, before Jenny took off the page, a picture of Chris with a woman by his side. "Put it on again," I said with barely voice. “Helena―” "Just do it," I muttered. I could hear her gulping nervously before opening the page again. And what I saw bothered me. “The billionaire Christopher Royce and Sofía Marton at the anniversary party of the investor Marcus Sanders and his wife Olivia, the event took place last night and the couple looked spectacular..." The note continued talking about the party of those people and the rest of the guests, but I just stopped reading to admire the beautiful brunette who clung to the ma

Gaby inquired with precise ignorance. "She will replace you after you've finished the mission. She will be the best prototype of you. Let me introduce you two. Her name is Olivia Brianah, and Olivia, this is Gaby Sanroman. My wife." "Nice meeting you, miss. I've heard so much about you," greeted Olivia with the exact tone and voice as Gaby's. "Omg. She sounds like me. Do I sound like that?" Gaby thrilled. "It's a pleasure meeting you, Olivia. A real pleasure."

He growls, "Andrea belongs here with me." "Why? Because you two are mates?" Christophe laughs, despite the warning snarls from every boy at the table. He doesn't seem to notice, he stands and walks away from the table. He goes to the cabinet in the corner of the dining room and pulls out a bottle of whiskey. "You do realise she's human. Not some werewolf girl who can turn and be with you and run into the night?" He laughs, taking a swing of the bottle. "Enough Christophe," I say, tugging Will's arm. Christophe's sparkling eyes look into mine. He must've guessed about Will and me.

Only Directors have Sigma clearance. This means that not even Karen Anderson is able to check her own file. It seems a trifle strange. Ingrid has checked her own file quite a few times out of curiosity. She knows that if the company turned against her and wanted her dead they would probably not make it public on the company intranet. With this revelation, her lip twitches ever so slightly into a sneer. She whispers, so that the other inhabitant of the room won’t hear. “So if that’s the case Karen, why the hell do the Directors have your personnel record locked up?”

An elderly but good looking man greeted as he walked over to us. "Good evening Mr. Hudson and happy birthday," Philip replied with a smile. Undoubtedly the celebrant. "Thank you, son, I'm assuming this beautiful young lady beside you is your wife." I smiled at him, "Happy birthday Sir, I'm Giordana Forbes, Philip's wife." He accepted my outstretched hand. "Babe I'd like you to meet Mr. Denver Hudson my mentor and business partner, Mr. Hudson like she said, this is Giordana Forbes, my beautiful wife."

She had a vaguely relieved smile on her lips as she crashed into Nikolss and kissed him on the cheek. "Well, hello Doria." Nikolas murmured. "It isn't like you not be prepared for dinner." So this was Doria, the model fiancee of Nikolas Sica who probably hated me already. Yikes. I eyed her curiously. She was a living walking Monalisa. Her skin was a delicate porcelain hue, her lips full and rouge and her mannerism implied she was a woman in full sync with her femininity. She seemed a few years older than me, perhaps twenty eight.