Christine Everhart Novels & Stories

I couldn't not, he was the one who gave me my first kiss, the only guy I have ever fallen in love with. My head was aching, the loud music was making it worse, I started looking for Rita and delvin again. I climbed the stairs to check if he was in any room upstairs. On getting to the last floor of the mansion there I saw Lexy and Anita making out outside the door. The sudden pain I felt in my chest seeing them kissing and touching each other was like a hot knife was pierced through my heart and it was twisted over and over again. I couldn't move, I was just looking......... Looking at them.

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She asked him instead. “I’ll find my fellow mermen here.” “Suit yourself.” She said. “Just take care of Yntreia. I’ll see you later.” She followed Margarette as they went through the thick crowd. She saw a lavishly dressed Kapre smoking his famously favored tobacco. There were also heavily armored Dwarves, having a contest in arm wrestling. She caught glimpse of some winged women called Harpies, circling above ground. They kept on going until they reached the Virsathen’s tree trunk.

She had been with Valerian for the past three years, and they had been married for two. No one in the Night Walker kingdom knew the truth about her origins. She had been captured by pirates from across the ocean, taken far from her world. What none of them realized—not even Valerian—was that Nivera was not merely human. She was a shapeshifting mermaid, a daughter of the sea. And for her own safety, she kept her true nature hidden beneath layers of silence and obedience.

Close your eyes and have a rest. 'It's okay.' KrisTinaen Oliver pulled out her mobile phone from her bag, originally hoping to see the news of ETinahan WharTinaon, but there was nothing. As soon as I wanted to put down my phone, I saw the headline push. ETinahan WharTinaon and Xenos Winter were photographed while looking at each other, and there was a photo of her returning to the cast. The title is KrisTinaen Healey, who is the right girl for Mr. Wharton?

Christina got home from Sean's place in record time, had her bath, and then lay on her bed, musing about the events of the past few days and how a lesser woman would have caved under the pressure of all that she had been going through in the past few months, but she was Christina Carter, and she was strong as fuck, not to mention intelligent as hell. Nothing could break her. She had waited till she left the woods after reburying Rosita to go through the woman’s phone, and she had nearly had a heart attack when she went through her messages and saw that she had communicated with Mr. Carter recently.

Months of suppressed desire and depravity erupted all at once, consuming him entirely. Irene, her face streaked with blood, shouted, "Harvey, you'll pay for this, you asshole!" Harvey silenced her with a vicious kick that knocked her unconscious. Christina stared in horror, her mind going blank. Had her poor judgment not only endangered herself but also put the Stevens Corporation at risk? For someone as proud as Christina, this was a devastating blow. As panic set in, her thoughts immediately turned to the one person who had thoroughly outmaneuvered Harvey at the auction earlier.

The forest blurs, colors bleeding together, sound warping into a low, nauseating hum. Ethan roars. The woman lifts a single hand. Every Unbound freezes instantly. “Enough,” she says. The pressure eases—but the damage lingers. I gasp, clutching Ethan’s arm, my heart hammering so hard it feels like it might burst through my ribs. “What happens if that thing comes closer?” I demand. She doesn’t hesitate. “The Crown fractures.” Blake steps forward, pale. “Permanently?” “Yes.” The word drops like a blade.

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.

Forty minutes. What are they talking about up there? What “sensitive business” requires them to be alone for this long? I pull out my phone and do what I probably shouldn’t: I G****e “Candice Zurich businesswoman.” Several results come up, but one catches my eye. Candice Hartwell, CEO of Hartwell Industries I click the link. There’s a photo. It’s her. Younger, maybe five years ago, standing next to a man at some charity gala.