Christina Knight Nike Novels & Stories

“I’m sure things will come back to you eventually.” “Perhaps,” he doesn’t look at me. “Christina is apparently a famous model.” Of course, she is! I'm sure the beautiful blonde Dallas was seeing a few months ago is Christina. The press couldn't get enough of them and said they made a cute couple, which is true. They are both attractive, unlike me, who usually wears worn-out sweaters and only does minimal makeup. I have red hair too, which I'm kind of self-conscious about. “Must be tough dealing with amnesia.”

Alessia hides her identity as a troop of the GK group which is none other than Girls Knight as privacy security. Girls Knight itself consists of four beautiful women including Alessia—a sniper, at least that's the nickname of her teammates. And three of them exist; Arabella Alison—the clever use of sharp objects, then there's Keira Sashenka—the skilled archer, and lastly there's Velove Agneiszka—Girls Knight's mainstay hero. In addition to being joined as one member, they also form friendships. Even since childhood. You could say... They are female knights in an organization that upholds the value of solidarity.

I lethargically trailed behind an over enthusiastic teenager called my sister in law who was as excited as a kid who bunked his school to escape his math test. dim neon lights,loud music,sharp smell of tobacco dizzied my head but I kept my pace avoiding the stares I received from the waiters and waitresses who walked passed us in our way to the private lounge in the upper balcony. I prayed all the known Gods of universe to spare me from another storm of humiliation if someone recognize me as the girl who walked out barely covered after having one night stand and most dreadful scenario would be - I am Mrs. Knight now. The news may surely reach to the family and it will not just taint my image

Kate POV “I Challenge Katelyn Adams for the Alpha title of the Golden Moon Pack!”. I couldn’t believe what I had heard. It was resonating through my mind, without fully comprehending. Looking into the crowd I wait for the voice to come forward. It’s familiar but with the crowd who jumped up loudly the voice was lost in the crowd.

The dark-haired brother nearly choked on his apple juice. Christina fumed. "I am CEO of Sinclair News and Publishing, and princess of the Sinclair Pack. You will address me with respect." I arched a brow, letting out an unimpressed scoff. "Is that supposed to scare me? Respect is earned. And you, Christina, have earned nothing." I cut a piece of roast duck and brought it to my mouth, chewing slowly. "Oh, and in case it hasn't sunk in yet… I am to be the Luna of the Wrath Pack. If we're talking about rank, power, or supremacy…" I smiled caustically at her. "You bow to me."

While we were heading to the bus stop, Suddenly heavy rain started falling and drenched us completely. Christine was wearing a pure white top and a black bralette underneath and a blue skirt; she was looking as if she only had the black bralette on her upper body. Since she has a nice set of 38 inches of boobs, so her deep cleavage was clearly visible. Her nipples had hardened and were poking through the bra and when I saw that my slumbering soldier was so agitated to give her a grand salute but I controlled myself and my soldier. It was so hard to look away and thinking about something else to calm down.

I am seated in the most secluded part of the café. I continued reading some of my notes. “Do you know Mr. King’s daughter is the fiancée of Mr. Alexander Knight?” Another woman strikes a conversation with her friend, a little bit from where I was but I heard my father’s name that’s why my ears instantly hooked in their conversation. I couldn’t hear her words after saying my father’s name because the barista was calling someone’s name for their coffee. “Really?” Her exaggerated reaction made some people threw a glance at their table. It was so fucked up because after that, they started whispering at each other. I couldn’t hear it anymore!

I didn’t realize my hands were trembling until I tried to fix my top. Sara looked at me, and there was something kind in her eyes. “Would you like to see something that might help?” she asked. “Maybe it’ll bring back some pieces.” I nodded. “Please.” She pulled out her phone and tapped a few times. “This is your social media account,” she said, turning the screen toward me. “Your name is Essence Knight. Most people call you Mrs. Knight. You run this company with your friends. You were very proud of it.”

she then asked in a teasing manner. She tried to assess the person who was seated in front of her, studying his features carefully. Arthur Knight, the CEO of A. K. Media, has a strong angular face and his dark hair was swept carelessly, parting at the sides. Long dark lashes hid pale blue eyes, the shape and colour were a familiar sight to her. The Knight siblings were all blessed with almond shaped and light blue eyes which were similar to Abigail's. He has strong broad shoulders, probably broader than Aaron's and if he worked out as hard as his womanising brother, a sculpted and lithe body should be hidden underneath that white and pristine Ralph Lauren shirt.

He looked in the mirror. “I look good,'' he muttered out loud. He spins around in a 360'. He unbuttons 3 top buttons to show his muscular chest. He flexes his pecs and he loves what he sees.. he winks at himself before heading downstairs to wait for the comare. Christina walks down the stairs in a white body hugging dress with a low neckline. It shows off her cleavage just enough. She accessorised with a white pearl necklace and matching studs. And colorless heels adorned her feet. She carried a diamond studded purse. Big enough to fit her mini gold crested pistol. Her curly blonde hair bounced up and down. She looked like a goddess walking on air with her beautiful crimson smile.