Christine Everhart Novels & Stories

Chapter 13. "Caitlyn, have you been crying all this because of a mere dog?" He asked, a stupefied look plastered on his face. She sniffed and wiped her tears with the back of her right palm. "Some weeks ago, a dog died. His owner is a woman that's sixty years of age. She's the mother of the CEO of Grey's group; you must know him,” she paused for a while. Martin went back to sit on the chair while she sniffed and continued, " That dog was the only companion of the old woman. They were very fond of each other. She took good care of him and he never made her feel lonely.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

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I make a mental note to corner her later and force it out of her. "C'mon in ladies," Christine welcomes us with a smile on her face. Christine is the wife of Travis Steele, the communications/IT expert for Heaven Hill, and the sister of Jagger. She's about as deep into Heaven Hill as you can get without being born into the fold. Not only is she an awesome person though and through, but she also does amazing hair, and lately she's been taking chances with hers. I haven't seen her in a month or so, and I squeal excitedly when I see the black and purple she's got in her locks today.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

I scream, scrambling back into the shadows as the scent of iron and burning sulfur fills the room. Through the shattered terrace window, a tall female steps into the firelight, holding a smoking repeating crossbow. She pulls back her dark leather hood, revealing sharp, malicious features, high noble cheekbones, and ice-blue eyes glowing with cold fury. It is Celestine Hawthorne—Everett's estranged, highly dangerous sister who was exiled from the Hawthorne Pack five years ago.

Thea got off the stage. Delilah continued, “Second place goes to Christine Fallon from Herbal Biotech. She’s the granddaughter of the legendary Dr. Fallon. For the past twenty years, Dr. Fallon has been able to emerge victorious at the Solean medical conference every year. His granddaughter has now surpassed him.” Kevin said, “Please, Ms. Fallon.” Christine got onto the stage. Wearing a white dress, she was as graceful as a swan. She took the mic.

The terrifying sound of the news. “just in, the deputy sheriff had released word saying the daughter of Michael Stones, the man that was reported killed and burned alive has been traced and already located” “katharina Stones had reportedly gotten missing the same day her father was killed and it is unbeknown whether pr not she has been held in captivity over the past month-“ Amy had turned up the volume with the remote just in time for the reporter’s next words- “or whether this teenager had a hand in her father’s gruesome murder-“