Novel & Cerita Christopher Argent

Aside from the money to bail the hostages out, there was an additional ten billion dollars and Christopher's life. The reason was that Christopher had betrayed him. Wilbur understood this well enough. Stiles was the head of the underground circle in Aroma, and Christopher was considered his right-hand man. Even though Christopher was already at the Sanctuary level, this proved that Stiles was also at the Sanctuary level himself. Christopher would not have been so obedient otherwise. That was also why he had been so confident in betting ten billion dollars, as well as Christopher's life. On top of that, Christopher had also said that everyone in Aroma's cultivator circle and the casino owners

Worlds don’t like that. CORRECTION IS NECESSARY, the Arbiter insists, but there’s strain now—lag in its recalculations. ENTROPY THRESHOLD— “Let me simplify this for you,” I say, drawing myself up despite trembling legs. “Midnight isn’t broken. It’s alive. You can’t debug a heartbeat.” The Arbiter turns its gaze fully on me. YOU ARE THE FRACTURED INTERFACE. YOUR INSTABILITY— “I know,” I snap. “I’m a mess. But I’m our mess.”

"I suppose we haven't formally met yet, have we? I'm Christopher, but most people call me Chris. Christopher is way too…pretentious for my liking." "How'd you get in here?" she probed, still trying to decipher his intentions. Christopher reached into his pocket and pulled out a key similar to the one Sawyer had used only hours ago. "How did you—" "I told Sawyer I wanted to bring you some new furniture. Oh! That reminds me." He bent down and extended a hand into the bag that was on the floor beside him. Waverly glared at his arm, which was covered in numerous tattoos, forming a sleeve, with the Crimson Shadow sigil placed in the centre.

why is he here now? Adam’s smirk deepens as he steps closer, his eyes locked on mine, glowing like embers in the dimly lit hall. “RUN!” Zoe’s scream shatters the tension, and the hall erupts into chaos. Guests and staff scream as they scatter toward the exits. Chairs topple, decorations crash to the ground, and the air fills with frantic cries. Even the priest, clutching his Bible, tries to flee, but Adam moves faster than any human should. His hand darts out, seizing the priest by the throat with a vice-like grip.

I see Damian clenching his fist together, tapping his foot impatiently, and making agitated movements in the back seat. “Damian. Did they say anything to you when you were captured?” He doesn’t answer me. “Damian, I need you to speak to me. What did they say to you?” “I have nothing to say, Arthur. My mother was killed right before my eyes. All I want to do now is to kill those motherfuckers.” He tells me in a cold, hard tone. This is the kind of anger that I need from him. He will do anything to support and take down our enemy and his mother’s killer, Dr Reyes.

He repeated the name, then suddenly raised his voice. “Don’t tell me you were caught by Christopher, the CEO of Sebastian Corporation?” Margaret nodded wearily and recounted what had happened that afternoon, of course only partially. She did not mention that Christopher had demanded she get engaged to him. Arthur fell silent again for quite a while before finally letting out a sigh. “No wonder even Bennett Corporation and Walker Corporation combined aren’t considered his opponent.” “Christopher’s capabilities are terrifying. We underestimated this too much.” Though unwilling, Margaret had to nod in agreement.

Christopher let out a low, strangled growl, his mouth crashing down onto mine with a brutal, starving intensity. The argument was over before it even started. The sheer, intoxicating pull of the taboo was a trap they walked into willingly every single time. Christopher’s hands gripped my waist, hauling me up onto the marble bar, scattering a tray of crystal glasses with a loud, ringing crash. I didn't care about the noise. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, my fingers ripping at his shirt buttons, sending them flying across the floor.

begged me and made me promise not to seek revenge for him. I acted like the man I am, I keep to my promise for the long two years without thinking about konstantin at all even though that's very hard. Then when I am already done sulking. When I am done living in the past, the ITC men called me and makes me this proposal. I reasoned that getting you on my side will be a way better than getting revenge on konstantin. I know he would be furious and miserable when he learnt you have fallen for me. Now when I get down to new York and met you at the grocery store just across western Hall rent, I was surprised. I had thought konstantin would be drooling on someone not as you. You are way out of hi

“You would be dying for a good cause, “ he gripped my hand tighter, pulling me closer. “If Nikolas finds out what you’re doing, I will kill you myself.” He let me go, and I instinctively clutched my wrist in pain. He got up from the table after tucking the document I gave him inside the jacket of his coat. “Go on, Antonio. I would like to talk to Viola about women's business.” He left with a huff, leaving me with Mother. “Guess who I saw at the Cartier store the other day?” She asked. Without waiting me to answer, she did it for me, “Aurora Mancini.”

The guard dropped his arms and moved back a step, shaking his head he looked at her again, trying to regain his previous confidence. "Why don't you just kill him and get it over with?" he asked her with a confused look on his face mixed with hope and an emotion I couldn't understand. That confused me, why would this man want her to kill someone?. From the look on Marks face he was wondering the same thing as me and was just as baffled as me about this whole situation. Again she chuckled and cocked her head a little to the side and then the most angelic voice I have ever heard wrapped around me. "Do you really think I would kill your alpha?" she asked the guard with a small smile on her face,