Christine Blandino Novels & Stories

Adea I stand to greet her and she practically glides over to me. She’s wearing a light blue blouse with a pencil-thin skirt that stops right above her knees. She paired the outfit with black heels. She exudes elegance and grace. “Good morning, Luna,” she says as she offers a perfectly manicured hand out for me to shake. “My name is Kristina Dorosh and I’ll be helping you plan the perfect Luna Ceremony. I’m looking forward to working with you.”

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

“She came all this way to see me, and I like that initiative,” the purple-haired woman continued. She walked up to me and held out her hand. “I’m Luna Bianchi.” I took her hand and shook it. “Crystal Blanchard.” “Crystal Blanchard of Ever After Weddings?” “Yes. You know of me?” “I should say I do,” Luna said with a laugh. “The ex-con-turned-wedding-planner who’s rumored to be Andrew Dubois’s next Luna. Plus, I’ve seen pictures of your weddings.”

"Did you really think you could intimdate me because you're loaded with money? Because you're an Austin? Do you think your money has any value to me? Think again. "You're looking remorseful now because you've realized who I am. What if you didn't get to know my identity? Let me tell you, learn to respect people regardless of who or what they are. This attitude of yours won't get you anywhere in life. "I screamed because I thought that substance was something else. By the way, you asked if my parents can afford that wine. To answer you, my parents can buy you and everything involving you and they'll still have change. I am Annabelle Siromani and you will not disrespect me or my family."

An old man on the vintage chair with a newspaper in hand replied. A woman wearing a huge smile on her face, probably older than Westley stood up. “Audene, I thought you’re busy.” The thick southern accent in her tongue was palpable. She bounced her eyes from me, then back to Westley. “Hello, I’m Clyve.” I held out my hand. “You must be new here, darlin’. I’m Xena.” She shook my hand, then looked at Westley who looked at her with disinterest. It was her way of telling her to shut up because I was not her type.

came a male voice from the back of the group, half-hidden by tall vegetation. “Paddy!” Grace scolded him before turning to me again. “Sorry about that. Yes, we are enjoying the party. We are so thankful that you went out of your way to include us.” “Oh, that’s...” “We’re bored.” It’s the guy again. He stepped into view, and I saw that he was blond, tall and had blue eyes. He looked familiar. “Princess Selina, this is Patrick Blanderdolf,” Grace said as an introduction. “Paddy, you know Princess Selina, right?”

Watching the car wheel stop at the traffic light. “You good, Rory?” Nicholas’s voice pulled him back. “Yeah… splendid.” Looking back at his phone, photos of Christine Hewitt stared back at him. She was as beautiful as beautiful could be. But she was not what he had expected her to be; that is for sure. Christine, or Christy, was an albino lady. And a very popular social media influencer. According to Wiki, she got her fame from her rare albino looks. With her very whitish hair and pinkish eyes.

At 23, she had thought she might grow a bit taller, but her 5'2" frame stubbornly remained. She had a petite but curvy figure, a body that made her look softer than she felt inside. Her hair—thick, wild, and as red as fire—cascaded down her back in unruly curls. It was impossible to tame, impossible to hide. Her brown eyes, large and expressive, often betrayed her emotions before she could mask them. Right now, they were filled with nervous energy as she focused on the ticket scanner in front of her. She bit down on her full lower lip, a nervous habit she couldn't seem to shake. "Alright," the woman continued, pointing towards a section of the venue. "So, when guests come in, you scan their

She was tall and lithe. She shot the four burly men, who fell to the ground immediately. Melania's beautiful eyes flickered. This woman was such a good shot! Blake looked at the woman in front of her in her combat uniform, and there was a sudden flash in her eyes. She recognized the woman. It was Lindsay Zinn, a colonel from the Sallem City war zone. She was the youngest female colonel in Salvania. Lindsay was acquainted with both Blake, the heiress of the Sutton family in Ace City, and her secretary, Melania.