Christopher Nelson Novels & Stories

Nigel said, “That’s medicine to help treat your condition. How could you accuse me of drugging you? That sounds horrible, as though I want to doom you to your death!” “Is my health report out yet?” Christopher asked, his voice hoarse. Nigel said, “It’s out. There’s nothing wrong with you.” Christopher looked up at Nigel, his vision blurring again. “Okay,” Christopher replied weakly. “I’m not eating anymore. Let me get some rest…” He just needed some rest. He was simply over-exhausted and nothing was wrong with his health. He lifted a hand to check his wrist watch. It was one in the afternoon.

I just smiled at him sadly because I feel so tired right now that I can't even move my lips. "It's time, they're all gone," Kendrick said in a voice full of hope. Maybe if there's anything good had happened to me in this place for almost a year, it's probably meeting Kendrick. He's kind and caring to me, that I can't help but wonder if he's Benjie's legitimate son. Kendrick always gives me water and food secretly, he also helps me escape this place but all of our plans didn't work out. Sometimes I can't help but feel sorry for Kendrick, he's only fourteen and he was surrounded by barbaric murderers, though they like to call themselves werewolf hunters.

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 :')

“So, why do you ask...?” "Just shut up, Chris," I interrupted him again, not knowing how to feel. I spent a few minutes rereading those papers without leaving my surprise. “Royce Constructions?” I stuttered looking at him at last, "Are you the owner of a fucking construction company?" “Helena...” "I can't believe you fooled me like this, Christopher!" I exclaimed feeling the anger rising in rank. "I never fooled on you," he said surprised trying to take my hands, but I only hit them when they touched me.

"Christopher Hale Jr.? Chris had a son?" "Half brother, actually. Different mothers. He's Victoria's nephew." Marcus pulled up a photo. Mid forties, handsome in a dangerous way, Chris's eyes staring out from a stranger's face. "Been operating in Europe for the past decade, came back to the States two months ago. He's the one who connected Victoria and Becca, facilitated their coordination. Without him, this whole conspiracy wouldn't exist." "What's his stake in this?"

His tongue touched mine and I could have sworn my body was on fire. Someone cleared their throat and I pulled away immediately. Nikolas chuckled and looked past my shoulder to see who had interrupted. “Ricco, did you find out what I asked?” He nodded his head and walked to us with a flash drive in his hands. He handed it to Nikolas and walked away. “What is that?” I asked as I eyed the item in his hand suspiciously. Against my better judgment and what Mother had told me, I asked questions I wasn’t supposed to.

After months lost to darkness, he deserved to know what his life looked like while he was gone. The door opened with a soft click. Christopher Hale stepped inside without ceremony. He was exactly how Daniel remembered him from their first brief meeting weeks ago. Mid-forties, sharp eyes, lean build, dressed plainly enough to disappear in a crowd. A man who collected truths for a living and carried them lightly because he had no choice. “Mr. Mitchell,” Christopher said, nodding once. “You’re looking stronger.” Daniel didn’t return the pleasantry. “Sit.” Christopher did.

Only descriptions of what they looked like. Nathaniel has dark hair that's brushed back, his steel blue eyes stared back at me with the corner of his lips curled up into a smirk. His skin is pale but blood circulates in his cheeks that leaves a rosy color. Christopher's voluminous blonde curls looped around his face, his brown eyes are welcoming but if you watched him closely you could sense behind this sweet mask his wearing is a ruthless being. His jaw is defined and has olive-toned skin. They are both beautiful but dangerous.

"Christopher, tell me, what foolishness have you committed?" "But you assured me at the beginning, you said partnering with the Nelsons for the South African tobacco business would fill our pockets," Christopher responded. "But what's the result? We invested so much time and money, only for them to snatch it away under the Nelsons' name. Who's going to bear this massive loss?" "What?!" Charlotte was also taken aback. Weren't they supposed to be tightly aligned with the Nelsons? Had Yosef played them? Christopher continued, "Dad, it's all because that Yosef is too cunning. I thought..."

Forever. Chris.