Christina Ricci Young Novels & Stories

Miranda walked up to her and said, "Dr. Young, may I talk to you?" Christine was taken aback. "Sure," she replied.

Christina answered back with a stern poise on her face. "Off the record, this would have ended badly with you detective Michael Lewis. How did you entangle yourself with the state's number one enemy?" Chief Smith sneered at Michael, she pulls out a drawer and takes out a tape recorder. She switches it on and press play on it, then she moves it closer to Comare Chris. "State your name and age please." Chief Smith questioned her with steady eye contact. "Christina Walker, age 25." Christina let out a playful smirk on her face as she thought her questions were too straightforward.

Angelica McSmith opened the dance floor with her latest boyfriend, Clinton Jay. A nineteen-year-old popular artist who started his music career at the age of ten and had became the dream boyfriend of all girls through his heart melting music and handsome face. The two lovers held unto each other in a romantic way and kept looking into each other's eyes. Alisha decided to forget about Kim Yoon-hye for the night and just enjoy everything. This might be her only opportunity and she wanted to enjoy every single seconds of it and tell it story to her grandkids in the future.

When he fell for Chloe, the game became real and complicated. Name: CHLOE RICHARDSON Age: 20 Nationality: American (born NYC) Profession/Education: Junior at Columbia University, majoring in International History Works part-time at university library (refuses family money) 3.7 GPA because she's genuinely interested in her studies, not performing Physical Description:

Liam stays near the door, silent and still, his presence more useful than most men’s voices. I lean back in my chair and open the folder. The first few pages are straightforward. Full name: Elena Marie Rossi. Age twenty-four. Brooklyn address. Three jobs over the last year—waitressing, bartending, and temporary event work. No criminal record. No family worth noting. Credit drowning. Rent is barely paid.

After Yohan slowly walked into the room and closed the door, Rebecca sat up and asked in a low voice, “You named that child Christina?” “Yes,” Estelle answered her. “Good name,” Rebecca stated, “She is three years old, right? I remember that she is six months younger than Yvonne.” Speaking about the child named Christina, Estelle couldn’t suppress her smile as she took a seat beside Rebecca. “Indeed, she’s younger than Yvonne. Christina is bursting with energy and vivacity. Our home often turns into chaos because of her. Occasionally, she finds joy in playfully shredding my documents into pieces.”

she replied as a broad smile spread across her face. I couldn't help but laugh. "What did you ask her?" "I asked her if she liked the show," Lance said, gesturing toward the television. Then, he lowered his voice conspiratorially. "She said that she likes the way that the knights and ladies are dressed very elegant." I stood back and listened, surprised by their exchange. "Her name is Christina." Lance nodded then turned his attention back to her. "Ti piace?" Christina asked as a broad smile spread across her face. She was only eighteen too young to be dealing with this disease.

Jayce “Fuck…” I cursed, closing the door of the bathroom, holding my hand to my heart, that is thumbing in my chest as if I were a teenager. Sharing the same space with Rachel was dangerous. I knew it, but didn’t realize that it was going to be that hard. I took some deep trying to calm down my thumping heart, which seemed to be popping out of my chest at any moment now. Rachel was never the type of girl who was shy, she speak what was in her mind, at least when things come to sex. Other than that, she is pretty good at hiding anything else.

a girl sitting across from me smirked, “That was ten times better than when Abby was introduced to us. She came from the Celestial Pack and would not shut up. She was too damn peppy.” The girl had black hair with blonde highlights and numerous piercings across her pretty face. I did not so much as have my ears pierced. “I’m Christina,” she carefully looked me over before continuing, “Aren’t Dandelion Prime supposed to be super blonde and bubbly?” I smiled half-heartedly, “I guess that trait skipped over me. Maybe that’s why they kicked me out.”

said I picking up the phone. "hello miss smith. this is one of your fans." said the gentleman on the phone who I estimated to be about the age of seventy and more because of how wheezy his voice sounded. "oh hello there sir. what's your name?" "My name is Anthony Miller. actually, my granddaughter is your fan but she has had your number for ages and had not the guts to call you." explained the man. "yes? thank you Mr. Miller. maybe I can talk to your granddaughter? "