Christine Everhart Novels & Stories

Twenty minutes later, a beautiful woman in professional attire walked into Hart’s ward, escorted by the three titans. “Hey! Hey! What are you doing?” The Lyfe family tried to stop them, but the three titans shoved them to the wall. The woman made a beeline to Hart and said arrogantly, “I am Charlotte Clark, an assistant to the CEO of Astral Wealth Management.”

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.

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.

If she could change her body, maybe she could change his mind. But that wasn’t the only thing she considered changing. Her silver hair—so rare, so unmistakably hers—began to feel like a burden. She remembered overhearing from Martha that Valerian’s ex-mate, the one who had broken his heart, was a petite woman with raven-black hair and dark eyes that had once ensnared his soul. Compared to her, Nivera felt like a ghost. What if, deep down, Valerian was still grieving that loss? What if her presence only reminded him of what he no longer had?

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.

"I heard you came back to Jayrodale, Christina. At first, I didn't believe it. Well, since you're here, how about we get together tonight?" Disgust flashed in Christina's eyes as she replied, "Sorry, I'm not available!" Harvey stepped forward with a cold laugh, "Stevens Corporation is already history! Christina, you're no longer some billion-dollar CEO. You're just a cheap worker selling yourself for wages! Still acting so high and mighty? Who are you putting on this act for?" Christina's face turned red with humiliation. Leroy snapped angrily, "Harvey, watch your mouth!"

Ready. “Who are you?” I demand. “We are the Unbound,” she says simply. “Those who severed ourselves from the Crown long before you ever touched it.” My breath catches. “That’s impossible,” Blake says behind me. The woman’s smile widens. “So everyone said.” The Crown hums louder now—not angry. Uneasy. “You came because of me,” I say. “Yes,” she replies. “And because of what you broke.” She steps closer, stopping just short of the tree line. “You didn’t destroy the Crown. You made it vulnerable.”

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.