Christine Blandino Novels & Stories

“What?” Vincent’s eyes widened sharply. Inside the evidence bag was a phone, its screen already shattered. A police officer helped unlock it and pulled up the last recorded video. Christine’s face appeared on the screen. She was wearing a white dress, faded from too many washes, with light makeup on her face. The background was the rooftop of the Empire State Building, and the strong wind lifted her hair. “Vincent, congratulations to you and Elena on your wedding today. I’m sorry I can’t attend. It’s because I’ve decided to leave this world.”

Now she could do it on command without a blink of an eye. “You sure it looks alright?” Christine questioned, not daring to look away from the oil painting. Christine had put to good use of her degree from college, despite thinking she would never be of any help. She was not only the reigning queen, but also the palace artist. Her work was beyond anything Vermillion had seen in decades and her work had been busy since the day she and Sebastian were crowned.

She didn't need to look for long to recognize the feminine figure, so well-dressed that it seemed to have been crafted by stylists. The person who entered was none other than the blonde who was accompanying Aaron at the casino, at the last cocktail party Elena attended. His companion. She entered that space with slow steps and a rehearsed smile. "What a coincidence to see you here," the blonde commented. "Elena RoseFord, right?" Elena nodded, not wanting to prolong the conversation. "I'm Sabrina Carper. You must have heard of me." "Maybe," Elena smiled without showing her teeth. That was Sabrina Carper, one of the most famous models on the continent. Beautiful, tall, and slim.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

She answered. Chantelle, I need you to get ready for the party. "Don't tell me you've forgotten that today's is Damien birthday". Rosemary said. "No ma'ma I can't forget" . Chantelle said. We're expecting visitors in a few hours, and there's a lot to do." Chantelle looks up from the floor, her hands covered in soap suds. "What do you need me to do?" she asks. Her aunty continues, "You need to vacuum the living room, mop the kitchen floor, and set the table for dinner. " I believe you can handle that cause you've been doing it for years now". Rosemary said. I think the work will be much for me, please I'll be needing help. Chantelle said. "Will you shut it". Rosemary said. We've been feeding,

With remarkable swiftness, she gathered herself, wiping away those irrational emotions from her beautiful features and replacing them with a serene smile. The laughter in the room abruptly ceased as she entered, causing Hunter's eyes to widen in shock. He hastily stood up from the couch, the guilt etching itself across his face, impossible to miss. Beside him stood Anna Deloin, the CEO of Ada Corp. Christine would recognize that woman anywhere. Anna was a formidable businesswoman, whose name and photographs graced the pages of Forbes magazine and various other publications of varying depth.

Standing in front of Christine, Damian asked with a playful smirk, "Who's this chick? She's quite the looker." Kane and Fergus almost burst into laughter, their faces twitching. They didn't expect Damian to be this mischievous. There he was teasing his wife. Christine was speechless as well. Did that annoying Damian think she didn't know it was him? The nerve of him to tease her like that! "Sir! Her name is Christine Spencer. She's the CEO of Spencer Corporation and reputed to be the most beautiful woman in Cloudcove," Sheldon declared. "She's quite the slut, you know. If you're interested, sir, feel free to take her with you!"

Christine is a young lady of about 21 or 26 and she's really beautiful ,she gat everything a man will want from a woman but with her killer shape and her good cooking skills damn she's just too perfect . "wow look Mrs Christine gave Francisco her special delicacy " one of the farm men said and the others laugh while I just chuckled " c'mon guys let's eat " I said and with out wasting time 7 of them crowded me ,I just gave the food to them and walk away knowing full well am sure not gonna eat anything . I walked into the rice store "ahhhhhh damnit " one of the female worker shrieked she got cut by an harvesting knife

Everything had happened so fast, I was shocked when she contacted me and asked for us to meet in person, I always thought Clair was a man, turns out he's a she and she's been in my life since I could remember. It was a pity no one really knows who she is, I had the chance to meet her personally a while back, everything just takes time, she was a generous yet painful woman, she can take you whole life and leave you with nothing, in the end you'll still be wondering how she did it. "So, Camila Brinx is dead, what's next?" I ask Clair, she chuckles softly, turning her feline eyes up at me. I keep forgetting she's a real person, the way she just turns her eyes up at you and smiles, it was like s

Madam Scarlett finally reached them, and Caitlyn felt soothed by the warm hug the woman gave her after the brief tight embrace with her son. She touched Caitlyn's hair. "You look so beautiful, dear. Radiating, I must confess." Caitlyn looked up at madam Scarlett with a smile that was filled with appreciation. The guests had all turned away their attention from them, and it brought comfort back to Caitlyn. "What skincare product do you use, my dear? " Mother?" Martin was shocked at her sudden question. Madam Scarlett eyed him. "I do not remember speaking to you, Martin." She turned her head back to Caitlyn. "Dear, as I was saying."