Christine Everhart Novels & Stories

"Never mind, let it be. Cheap or expensive, this is a gift I'm grateful for, even if I don't know who gave it." "What's going on, why is it so boisterous?" asked a woman who suddenly entered the shooting location. A staff member hurriedly approached the woman. "Mrs. Caitlin Maddux, I thought you weren't coming today." The woman smiled flatly. "Of course I have to come, Daisy. I have something important to tell the models." Caitlin had all the models gather nearby. She is the editor in chief of Harvest Weekly Magazine and is renowned for her discipline and fairness.

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

Hawthorne exhaled smoke from his cigarette, his gaze sharp as it focused on Jasmine's house, where the door was ajar, watching his followers diligently search for items as instructed. "So, the last piece of information you have must be the key to this search," Mr. Hawthorne said calmly. Theodore nodded, then looked at Mr. Hawthorne with confidence. "In her first year of college, Miss Everhart was mistreated by her peers, with the most extreme being by Tristan Vanderbilt."

Xavier: Hunter stood by the couch, waiting for me to finish reading the paper that I wasn’t even bothering with. My wolf had been pacing since dawn. And the idea of her being out of the house was not helping. “She’s on her way back,” Hunter said finally. “She met with Maxine at the café. No guards saw her try anything. They just spoke. It seemed like a normal conversation though. Maxine is helping her with this divorce. Are you sure that you want her to keep meeting up?”

“You always think you’re so good, don’t you? You were never special, Macey. You were just there.” I smiled sweetly. “Then why are you still talking about me?” She opened her mouth to fire back, but someone cleared their throat behind her. We both turned. A woman stood there, tall and composed, in a dark green dress and elegant heels. She had an air of quiet authority that made people stop and look twice. Her gaze moved from me to Aliyah, then back to me. “Macey Carter?” I blinked. “Yes?” “I’m sorry I’m late,” she said, extending her hand with a polite smile. “I’m Evelyn Hart, CEO of Hart Atelier.”

~Lexia "You look beautiful, by the way," Adrian murmurs, helping me out of the car. Ignoring him, I smooth out my dress, gazing around at the beautiful view. This party is being hosted by Isaiah, the Alpha of Passion, in his Pack. Despite his Pack not being in the best condition, he still holds the most lavish parties every year. "You don't mind, do you?" I ask anxiously, still looking at Isaiah's estate. People were mulling around, finding their way in at their own pace. Guards stood post in nearly every shadow I glanced out, watching us with careful eyes.

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!"

She didn't forget to lock up. "Hello?" She called again. Christine dropped her bag and laptop and checked the content of the strange back on her L-shaped chair. It was a black bikini. It was a victoria secrets. She didn't even have to guess how much it was worth. She would get nihtmares. "Finally she is home!" Christine spun to face the speaker and a smile broke on her face. "Ruth!" She exclaimed and Ruth closed the distance between them with a hug. "Hey girl, I have missed you so much!" Ruth said and Christine hugged her even tighter.

she announced with a sleek smile that blew them away. Within seconds, the media was filled with a new headline. MYSTERIOUS BUSINESS GURU OF THE QUEENS CRAFT COMPANY FINALLY REVEALS IDENTITY, PRESIDENT ASTRID EVERHART...

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.