Christine Hunschofsky Novels & Stories

My encounter with Hawthorne had been a profound revelation for me. Moreover, even if I were to consider entering a relationship, I would never be able to carry a child for another man unless he is my soulmate. It is a curse for some and yet, a blessing for others. “So we can leave now?” Harrison asked and I nodded in approval while my bags were being transported to the booth of the vehicle. “Aurora, are you going to leave us?” A small, hesitant voice inquired. I shifted my gaze towards a young girl, around six years old, who was fidgeting with her dress in a nervous manner.

I had a big surprise planned out for her tonight and I couldn’t wait. Jacob and Felix had taken out the remaining members of the Suicide Kings so there was no more threat against Lynn or me. Slowly everyone had drifted back to their homes till it was just Lynn and I left in the house. I made my way down the stairs to where Lynn was waiting for me. “I swear you take longer than a woman does to get ready Jensen Daniels.” She smiled, as I walked up to her and wrapped my arms around her. She had a small baby bump starting to show and I loved it. She had finally made it past the morning sickness and now we were headed to the doctor for our first ultrasound. We walked out and I held the car door f

She winked. As she continued to send false praises my way, another member of staff looked outside and gasped before running in our direction. "Mr. Sica is at the reception," she said. "Just in time." The stylist smiled at me. Stiltedly, I smiled back. "I...Thank you very much for everything," I said. "My pleasure," She replied with a warm voice although it sounded more professional than sincere."I do hope you are pleased with your results."

Turning to his mother, she spoke, "I'd make this right, I swear. I'd find them and they'd love me the way I've always imagined. And you, I hope you find a place in your heart to forgive, 'cause god knows even I can't forgive myself." She was ushered out of the house by the maids and Jackson's mother sunk into the chair. For a brief moment, it looked as though she was struggling for breath. Her hands trembled and Jackson took them in his. He let her collect herself before finally asking. "Who was that woman?" "That was Christine. My best friend..." Her voice trailed off, and Harry's mother." His gut feeling was right once again. "Oh, wow..." He voiced his surprise, "so Harry isn't the only on

I budged but it didn't do anything. "You are not going there without a plan. We don't even know what she looks like." He said. He does have a point, going there without a plan is suicide. "You don't need to do this." The young boy said. "Kid, the princess of the clan is as important as an elder. The princess keeps the balance of each clan, you guys need her." Zale explained. Zale is smart, good-looking, a little bit innocent, and is kind. Thank goodness he is like this because I have no patience to explain these kinds of things. He is also explaining to the children that I am in a bad mood because of the story they told us. "Anyways, do you kids know what she looks like? Or what her name is?

Thus Faith was back staring at the morning new as she always does before she head out to carried out some work. Right on the t.v was a debate ongoing about crime and allegation in the Country, Alexis saw the t.v from afar as she alighted from the stairs, thus she was a bit stunned to see Madam Lydia as one of the speaker on the t.v. Madam Lydia was the CEO of the restaurant where Alexis work before. Alexis went to her the day before to aired on the t.v on her behalf, and while she was on the t.v, she could used that medium to present her defense against the allegation against her as a murderer.

she whispered, a bit annoyed by the task that was bestowed upon her, augmented by the tranquility of the forest but she knows that there's chaos stirring beneath the surface. "Where can I find it?" Tatiana halted from her steps and plucked the leaves broadened in the branch near her. She touches it before sighing and proceeding to have a stride. Then, a hymn piece of voice infiltrated her hearing to the point that it stunned her and she can no longer move. It was as if calling her, pulling her to the melody of unknown. Tatiana feels like there was a hidden meaning to it, like a mystery finding for the right person to bring back the puzzle of its fractions.

But then, he heard a voice from behind him. "Hi, can I help you?" the voice said. Delcan turned around, and there she was. Chantelle was standing there, looking at him with those piercing brown eyes. He couldn't speak, couldn't move. All he could do was stare at her, frozen in place. "Are you okay?" she asked, a hint of concern in her voice. Finally, he found his voice. "I'm fine," he said, his heart racing. "Can I help you?" she asked again. Delcan took a deepbreath and tried to think of something to say. "I was wondering if you might want to go out for coffee with me sometime," he blurted out. Chantelle looked at him, her expression unreadable. Delcan held his breath, waiting for her respo

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

"Tell me the truth, Spike. Are you using me for your own gain?" Spike hesitated, his gaze flickering away from mine for a moment before returning. This time, I could see that he was hiding something. "yes, in a way, I am using you, but not to hurt you. I care about you, Luna" his voice broke as he spoke. "I've wanted to tell you for a few days now, but I just haven't worked out how" his eyes fell to the ground. I could see and feel that whatever he was about to tell me hurt him. Taking a deep breath, he went on. "I'm cursed; I was cursed over 500 years ago by a witch named Sylva. She was one of your ancestors. After she cursed me, she told me that one day, I would meet a girl with hair as da