Christina Knight Romane & Geschichten

Her eyes were tired but sharp. “Well, look who it is,” Christina said. “The grieving sister.” Katherina’s jaw tightened. “You don’t have to go through with this,” she said. “There’s still time. We can talk, make a deal. I can give you whatever you want.” Christina let out a dry laugh. “Oh really? You mean pretend like I saw nothing and stay broke forever? No thanks. I’ve been quiet long enough, protecting your family’s secrets. I might be a small reporter now, but after I leak this story, I’ll make it on my own without being anyone’s puppet.”

His polished ceremonial uniform was black velvet edged with silver; the crest of the Knight Command gleamed on the clasp at his shoulder. His eyes found mine instantly, steady and unreadable, and the air between us seemed to tighten. When the Queen rose, the murmurs died. “Rebecca Rosewyn,” She said, her voice carrying with practiced ease, “you stand before the Crown in acceptance of a bond that will unite you with the Knight Commander. This is not merely a union of two souls, but an accord between your craft and the throne’s will.” My palms were damp. Somewhere behind me, Maddie gave a subtle nod, as if to remind me I could still breathe.

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.

Sienna De Luca, the woman who gave birth to my daughter, the woman who now resided under my roof, had defied me and left for a job interview. The audacity. The fucking nerve. The fucking Omega had managed to defy me and stand in front of me the way that she did. My chest heaved with each breath I took. I could still see her standing in front of me, her eyes on fire, daring me to stop her. She didn’t back down, didn’t flinch. And that infuriated me more than I wanted to admit. It angered me more than I was supposed to be. That wasn’t how a pack Luna should behave.

"Good, Did you get the information I asked you to get about the maid that has been meeting Cecelia?" She nodded. "Yes, Luna. Her name is Christina, and she works in their house." "And?" I asked. "I did not overhear much, but she offered Tina a job, and it comes with a large sum of money. I made some inquiries at the market, and they told me that she helped her pay off a debt that her brother incurred through his lifestyle." "What Lifestyle?"

Sexually. I reach the small cabin which is built of glass outside the CEO's massive cabin. I see two telephones, a printer, and a fax machine on the table. I decorate my new table with the Hotwheels car, a dog's photo frame, ashtray, and the playboy swimsuit calendar. Yay! I see a file lying on the desk with the title, "Non-Disclosure Agreement." Which instantly clicks in my head, Christian Grey! Is Ryan into BDSM, wait that's why he chose me as his secretary? Does he know who I am?

Main Male Lead Nick Knight The most handsome eligible bachelor of Uk. He is the CEO of Knight corporation. He has money, look, fame everything. Girls died to be with him. But for his rude, arrogant nature no one dare to mess with him. In business world he is known as the heartless billionaire... Main Female Lead Amelia Jones A breathtaking gorgeous girl. She is kind hearted girl. Boys died to be with her but she always avoid them. She is an orphan. Now she is looking for a job to survive...

She had just joined the pack not long ago and this was the first time she met the alpha. "Alpha, it is our luna. She suddenly fainted in her room." The healer said in a slow voice that almost sounded like a whisper. "What did you just say?" Mark asked. "The luna, she fainted in her room and now we are asking you to go and take a look." The healer said. “Healer Sean is giving her a checkup. They asked me to come and inform you.” "What am I supposed to do? It is not like I can cure her. Why don't you do your job and stop wasting time? I will come and see her once she is awake?" Mark asked in an annoyed tone.

“Sorry that I didn’t tell you but I didn’t go to Hank’s wedding, at the last moment they said I don’t know the bride wanted a private wedding.” I said and she sat down on the couch staring at Lucas. With his tattoos and stature, he looked like a mafia lord, no one would ever believe he works for the CIA. “Yeah, not the thing I am confused about.” She says as she extends her hand, “I am Danika, you are?” “I am Lucas, I used to work with your boyfriend a few years ago.” He says, completely shifting the subject, also assuring her that if he knows Jake, then he is probably not bad news.

But if the Dark Child was the daughter of Estelel to Jilroid and she was her daughter to that means the Dark Child is her sister and Margarette was her aunt. “What do you want from me, Ánië?” She asked as memories of her past were brought back to her. “We only got one fragment of the Nromais.” “Don’t worry. I really don’t need them. Simple. I want the Hristoax that Estelel gave me.” “The Hristoax? But that’s mine!” “You stole it from me!” “Liar! You greedy woman!” She won’t hand the damn thing down. Ánië made three strides and was in front of her in a second; she curled her hands on her neck and choked her to death. “Give me the Hristoax.”