Christine Blandino Novels & Stories

The garlic bread I found in the freezer had finished and was cooling on the baking sheet beside the bowl of salad I made as well. I had to practically scavenge the house for spices for the sauce, much like for the sausage, but thankfully Christine, the cook in the house, was around to help me out. She was a nice older woman with mocha skin and grey hair. Her eyes had smile lines around them from many years of obvious happiness and she bared her crescent shaped mark proudly in a worn v-neck dress as if it was a first place trophy won after a long battle. I felt so comfortable with her and I could tell Aura did as well, we'd definitely be visiting with her more frequently.

She quickly runs towards the room next to her, then asks the head. “How may I be of help to you, my lady?” she asked, while looking at the floor. The headmaster of the orphanage’s name is Baroness Christie Blair of the Blair Family. She’s married to the Baron of Blair, who’s close to the 3rd son of the late Emperor, Emperor Julius. “Did you really clean this room?!” she asked Clementine. “I did, lady Christie,” she replied. “Clean this room again, and if I saw another speck of dust in here, you will receive another punishment, understand?” the Baroness shouted as she threw the rag on Clementine’s face, then left the room.

“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.

Chris suggests, turning to Raphael, obviously waiting for his approval. "Please spare some time for us. Don't say no!" Trisha says with a tiny voice, she could see Raphael's face soften. "Why are you girls making this a big deal. They are busy, stop making it look like they are some God!" Alexandra says. Obviously, grabbing everyone's attention. Ana frowns at her immediately. "Why are you such a vibe killer. Hearing that I could only guess who could say such!" Ana frowns. Meanwhile, Christopher uses his eyes to access her. She was putting on a bump shot and a handless blouse, which stopped at her belly button.

" Yes Boss " " I hope you do " Maximo walk away from Marco and he, himself entered the other living room which also was breathtaking. There, Aldo's wife and Allesio's wife were sitting on the ever expensive sofa. The two women were pretty slender, almost alike in stature and height. Each possessed a beauty that no one would ever look away from. They were crying gently, almost secretly as they sat still without speaking , awaiting the only man who seem to be capable of getting the job done. Maximo Santino.

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?

Christine uttered to Dante. Heh, pretense, I could feel it in my gut how much charade she was onto. But they all bought her feigned lies, Gosh, she is a better and conniving player but sadly she doesn't want to work hand in hand with me. "Thank you for understanding all of these," Mr Blaze said to her. And in support, Mrs. Blaze added, "Yes, Christine the little time I used in knowing you was enough to discover how good you are, also you are free to visit this mansion anytime you want,"

Nell O'Leary came to a sudden stop as she looked at Christine over from head to toe. "So, it's the incredible Christine Leonard herself," began Nell as she raised her eyebrows, and smiled slightly. "Also known as 'The Lady in Red', and the 'Heroine of the Snake River Rescue'. The same girl that's trying to raise enough money to expand a hospital; and all of this as a senior in high school. It appears that you're trying to keep the daughter of the next governor of this state away from Mitchell Kays. It even looks like you're ready to fight, if necessary. All of this for that bloody guy sitting behind you, Ms. Leonard? Or may I call you Christine?"

Christine replied, her heart warming at the thought of their shared adventure. As they settled onto the couch, Christine pulled out her phone to show Nadia the pictures of the school. They spent the next hour chatting, planning out their first day and dreaming up all the possibilities that lay ahead. The next day came faster than she imagined. Christine stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her blouse—a crisp white shirt paired with a tailored navy blazer. She wanted to make a good impression on her first day at work, and the elegant outfit made her feel confident.

another interjects, zooming in on an image where the fabric falls just right, highlighting the sharp cut of the blazer. I nod, taking it all in, my fingers brushing over the glossy proofs on the table. This is what I live for—every detail, every selection. The best of the best must be chosen. Just as I’m about to weigh in, the door bursts open. The loud bang echoes through the room, and all heads whip toward the entrance. “No, ma’am, you can’t just—” Christine’s voice is frantic as she rushes in behind her. But Cynthia is already inside.