Christopher Ammanuel Novels & Stories

for her. "He's Christopher Samuels, the son of the owner of MAXCO. He just started at the University," I exchanged a quick look with my friend, hoping she understood that there was nothing between us. She smiled knowingly. Chris extended a hand to Amelia with a wide grin, satisfied with his introduction. Amelia greeted him, and Ivan did the same. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he said politely. I raised an incredulous eyebrow. Why is he polite with them and extremely brusque with me?

This is really awkward yet feels romantic! **** Stephanie c, if you're reading this, sorry girl. Actually, I don't check comments in the middle of my book's chapter and you know we don't even get notifications. But when I read your comment on my book innocence part 01, I realised that you should know now. That the character's full name was Christian Daud. They weren't different. I know this is just too late. But I had no other way. Sorry :')

Emma threatened Jerome felt chills run down his spine, he knew he had the upper hand now because Emma was his prisoner so how could her threat affect him this much? “You talk a lot huh?” he asked and Emma smiled wickedly. “Believe it or not, I won't spare you.” “I will wait till then, someone wants to speak with you,” Jerome said when a masked man walked towards them, Jerome stood up and gave his chair to him. Emma couldn’t see his face but his temperament was strong and from his figure, he seemed to be about the same age as her dad. Was he the leader of this organization? “Alpha Emmaline” her name rolled out of his lips.

She blushed and sat up. "You know, Ginny is after my life. I feel she's up to something" "Everyone will be after your life since you're my wife. I'm glad you're strong" Michelle furrowed her eyebrows. "Manuel isn't after your life. He seems calm and innocent. He said he just wants to please your father" Christopher scoffed deeply. "You know nothing about Manuel. He's a devil in human clothing. Don't believe what he says" he said. "Why?" She asked.

“I’m more grateful that you’re alive, Christopher. You don’t know how much life span this has added to my existence.” Christopher smiles. “On a positive note, you became the world’s hero—the one who exposed Project Empire.” “Well, I couldn’t have done it without Cross. You remember Cross and Chelsea?” “I do.” “You may not know this, but Chelsea was the Yesli Toorsman whose story went live years ago. And Cross was Zeath’s missing brother, Zachili.” Christopher huffs. “Wow.” Then his tone changes as he slowly nods. “It’s sad they’re both gone.”

“Cause he is a devil who wants to hunt my boy” “And you agreed to kill one man for him?” Though it was hard to believe, but Eamon had always heard stories and in them, tales of what mothers could do for their kids. “It is either that or Christopher kills me…” the inmate revealed. Driven by the sound of it, Eamon scoffed. Between the Devil and the deep blue sea. What are the odds? “Druman you mean?” he asked. “Christopher” the inmate maintained. Humming, the agent nodded his head. “Christo-pher…” he pronounced slowly. As in Saint Christopher, patron saint of travelers. “Does Christopher look like this guy?” Eamon asked immediately, bringing out the photograph of some tough looking old man wit

I fixed my ass on the couch. “What?”… “I know you will be mad, Max. But trust me, it has nothing to do with the nutcase lady or her father.” I leaned a little, reaching for a corkscrew, and I screwed off the cork of the bottle. “I’m not fucking mad at you, Leo. I’ve always known you as someone who fucking does things with motives behind it. So what’s the fucking tea? Spill it.” Serving the glasses, “My body has yet to fully recover after the face out with the Maranos. I don’t want your sister to see me as incapable during….” I slid a glass to him.

Because of course, this was just another night of duties and fake smiles. Then the wind shifted, and I caught that scent. My wolf froze as every nerve in my body went on high alert. I turned, scanning the room until my eyes fell on her. She was standing at the corner, obviously trying to stay hidden. Her dress was a bit shabby and her dark hair was barely adorned. Nothing about her screamed “special,” but that pull inside me tightened so hard I could barely breathe. “Who’s that?” I’d asked Marcus. He glanced over. “Her? That’s Celia…Hartwood, I think. She’s an omega.” My eyes bulged for a second.

the guy grinned revealing very beautiful teeth , he looked past Roman and waved at me. “hi. I’m Cory”. “Camila” I replied grinning too. Roman gave him a glare. Cory rolled his eyes and handed Roman some documents. “don’t smile at him” Roman said to me “he’s my secretary”. “i thought secretaries were girls” I replied.

They light up every single nerve ending in my body, but in a good way. But I just don’t know him. Not really. I know of him. Kenton Clearwater, the insanely hot, 6ft 3in tall hockey player who has black hair and bright leaf green eyes. He plays center for the Northport Warriors, and is to be the future Alpha of the Artemis pack once his father steps down, or… is removed from his position through death. What is it that Axel wanted me to seek Kenton out for? I can’t help but wonder. What exactly do you know?