Christina Knight Nike Novels & Stories

Wow… She’s so pretty. Even prettier than the photo on her profile. Karin was tall and had a well-toned body. I could see it clearly because she only had a pair of very short shorts on along with a crop top that did nothing to hide her bare arms and stomach. Her legs were long, and she had an authentic tan. She eluded confidence and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. “Thank you for agreeing to this interview. I’m Knight,” Reiner said politely.

The nose thingy was over his mouth, and the heart monitor was beeping in response to the rise and fall of his chest. I searched for Grayson Knight on the internet, and what I saw blew my mind. He was a multi-billionaire and the owner and CEO of Knight Industries, which comprised major companies scattered across the country. My eyes widened as I saw pictures and articles of him. One article in particular caught my attention. It was a gossip site that discussed his reputation with women. I went through the pictures that were posted of him with several women; some looked like models, while others resembled your typical girl next door, like me.

" The words hit me like a physical blow—both a gift and a curse. Because yes, I'd spent years trying to prove exactly that. Years trying to show that, despite my orphan status, despite Brooke's contempt, I could fulfill this role. And now, with only weeks left before I lost it all, Antonio was finally seeing it. "Thank you," I managed, my throat tight. Before either of us could say more, a familiar voice cut through the ambient noise of the banquet. "Antonio! There you are!" I felt Antonio stiffen beside me a heartbeat before Christiana appeared, weaving through the crowd in a dress that could only be described as stunning. Diamonds glittered at her throat and ears, and her blonde hair was s

The first days of the new year carried no celebration for Adrian Knight. The city was alive with fireworks, but in his world, the countdown wasn’t to midnight for new year it was to the boardroom vote that could strip him of everything he’d built...His legacy... Victoria Kane had been relentless. By the time the board convened, half its members were already leaning her way. She walked into the Knight Enterprises headquarters like she owned it, her heels sharp against the marble floors, her smile soft enough to hide the blade beneath. She looked unstoppable

He ignored her. ***************** Kiana looked stunning in her horse-riding outfit. She wore a fitted white button-down shirt that snatched her slender waist and toned arms. Her brown curls were pulled back into a loose ponytail, with a few stray strands framing her face. She paired the shirt with a pair of form-fitting black riding pants that hugged her curves in all the right places. Around her waist, she wore a thin black belt that helped hold the shape of her waist and she completed the look with black boots that reached slightly below her knees.

Jackson was Christina’s though, because she had first set dibs on him and she was determined to have him. Angie trailed behind Christina, her reluctance at being there very apparent to anyone who cared to look, but Christina didn’t give a flying fuck. When they got to where Jackson and his bodyguards were, one of the men took a look at Christina, who was in front, and said, “Beat it, sweetness. You ain’t getting no autographs.” “My name is Tina and I just want to say hello to Jackson. I'm a big fan.” Christina said boldly, sticking out her chest and looking around the man at Jackson.

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?

He kept both his hands casually in the pockets. A slender arm linked through his elbow. Michael shifted his gaze to the owner of that slender arm. Christina was wearing a purple long dress. The hem of the dress dragging off the ground was embellished with dazzling fine diamonds. Her natural long black hair draped over her shoulders. Above her bright eyes situated two perfectly curved willow-leaf eyebrows. Her thick and full eyelashes fluttered as the impeccable skin shone with a rosy tint. The thin lips seemed as luscious as the petals of a red rose. She looked like a fairy from the otherworld.

"Shut the fuck up Linda. No one gives a flying shit about pumpkin fucking pie." "Okay. Looks like someone needs some nice distressing, calming yoga," I replied, getting out the car. "Come on." "Good evening, Ella," Katrine, the yoga teacher, said to me as we entered the hall. "Good evening, Leonardo," she added although through gritted teeth. Leo put on a fake almost sarcastic smile and I had to nudge him in the side with my elbow. "How old are you again?" I hissed in a hushed tone.

She mentally urges the mind Dana to do it faster but carefully; reminding herself that she will have to go over the entire process again if she throws out the clothes she's looking for. A few more tosses later and Dana holds up a pink sweater with Jacob Londermann printed boldly on it in gliterring silver; and immediately, the assault to Mia's head ceases and she finds herself face to face with a very large picture of Jacob Londermann in front of her; and not just that but everything else that there is to know about him: all his information including emails, work schedules, photos, social media presence. It was like she has dug up Jacob's entire digital footprint.