Christine Novel Novels & Stories

“Enough chat the only reason I stayed at home was because I knew you were coming. I had a feeling that it would be you he would send to kill me, to spite me and see, I was right. I know that man better than you.” Christine finally stood up and walked towards a wall that had a cloth hiding its content and presented a horrifying sight to Vevina. Stuck on the wall were images of her crying in different positions and places of where she had been insulted and bullied. “I think I know you better than you do.” She laughed, enjoying the flicker of the red head's dull turned eyes. They had been dazzling when she had first stepped into her apartment and now they had lost its color in the same way that

**Christine’s POV** Living in the city was a whirlwind of excitement. It pulsed with life and intrigue, a stark contrast to the tranquil, uneventful countryside where I had grown up. After wrapping up the meeting plan for Steven’s business associates, I shut my laptop and slipped into my office attire, ready to take on the day. The moment I stepped into the office, however, I was met with a storm: Steven’s anger loomed large. “What could possibly have him so worked up?” I wondered, making my way to him.

I could see why Winston was so angry at me now and why he had been so angry at my father too. It hadn't been fair to him. It hadn't been fair to her either. It wasn't fair for them to have gotten all the dreams they wanted ripped away from them and it wasn't fair for life to have played the game it did on them.' Christine had lost twelve pregnancies. She had gotten pregnant twelve times and she had lost all twelve. She had taken multiple trips to the village shaman and she had inquired on what could be a possible cause of what was currently happening to her, but she had only been given tonics and tea to drink, and after that the same thing would happen again and she would get herself another

“It gives people the wrong impression.” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My mind was still replaying the way Diego had looked at me, like he could see through every lie I’d ever told. Two days later, I met Grace at our usual spot—the small café tucked between the bookstore and the apothecary. She was already at a corner table, her strawberry-blonde hair catching the morning light like spun gold. “You look like hell,” she said by way of greeting as I slid into the chair across from her.

When he went back home with Natasha for dinner, he said seriously, "I really didn't expect that you guys would like to read those novels." Natasha asked, "What's wrong? What did you see?" "I downloaded a reading software right away and looked for domineering CEO related romance novel on this popular best selling list. At least eight out of the ten books are related to a man and a woman having a one-night stand..." Natasha coughed and said, "These are all the patterns and tricks used." "I really regret as to why I didn't learn of this trick back then!" Christin was in a dilemma in silence. If he had learned this trick earlier, he would have been able to be together with her earlier, right?

But the woman who spent years begging to be loved. The woman who kept making excuses for a man who never deserved them. The woman who believed if she sacrificed enough, endured enough, and loved enough… Maybe one day Zack Kingsley would finally see her. That woman was gone. And I was done mourning her. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the divorce papers resting in my hands. My signature looked unfamiliar. Christine Valerius. Not Christine Kingsley. Not the Luna of the moonlight Pack. Just Christine.

Christine tried to hold back her tears in front of him, but her voice was lost due to choking: “I have paid you enough kindness over the years. Isn't it enough that you've been tormenting me for so many years? You see me as a whore to satisfy your sexual desire. On the outside, you always present yourself as elegant and classy, and then there's also the pretense of being faithful to your unforgettable first love. Now that you're tired of me, you're starting to sleep with other women... I've seen it with my own eyes." Pausing for a moment, Christine bit her lip as if hesitating, but in the end, she still said, "Brian Smith, I disgust you!" Brian's eyes turned red, anger began to take over his

My own reflection, hard and unflinching, stared back at him. “I’m not who you think I am,” I said, voice low but steady. The words cut through the tense silence. “I’m not Selene.” His brows furrowed, confusion etching itself deeper across his face. His jaw tightened. “I’m Christine Franklin,” I said, letting the name fall between us like a hammer striking glass. “And this… this was my second kill.” Damien’s mouth opened again, and this time he found no words. His hands hovered uselessly in the air, trembling. His eyes darted between me and Marcus’s body, soaked in blood, still smirking weakly up at me, and back to me.

"Christina Ross?" "Everett Watson?" My knees nearly give out. Excitement was gone and the last thing I wanted to do right now was to escape from Everett. "Christy. It's been a long time. Where have you been, my runaway bride?" Wait. Wait. My blind date was my billionaire jilted groom?

His familiar scent still lingered there filling her with so much longing she had to bite her lip to stop from crying out. One of his favorite Armani jackets hung on the coat rack. Christine went to touch it and placed its sleeve against her cheek. She stood there for a few seconds, before pulling herself together and sat down in his leather office chair, imagining his arms around her. She opened the file. The first thing that caught her attention was the crime scene photos. “Oh, my God!” Christine cried out. She never expected to see such horror. Bile rose in her throat, but she swallowed it down. With trembling fingers, she forced herself to look at every one of the monstrous photos.