Novel & Cerita Christopher Nelson

Her perfectly manicured nails dug into her number card, her knuckles white as she glared at me like she wanted to set me on fire. “She looks like she’s seconds away from leaping out of her seat and strangling you.” Beside me, Christopher chuckled softly. He had this ridiculous way of drawing attention to himself without trying—every detail about him, from his wavy red hair to his almost too-perfect bone structure, demanded notice. Unlike most men, who were ruggedly handsome, Christopher was… beautiful. His features were striking and elegant, like they belonged on a Renaissance sculpture. But he was the type that could make people laugh and hate him in the same breath.

Christopher rubbed his chin, remaining silent. "If you're looking to connect with Nelson, I might have a good candidate in mind. Would you be interested?"

That was when he knew that the stories about how strong the four great men in Country X was no joke. "Enough already." Christopher ordered. "No one is killing Nathan had this point anymore for you guys. We already played our parts and we failed. We are ready to receive what ever punishment Nathan has in store for us. Since you guys are so bold to want to get to him, why not do it yourself." Christopher added. After which he turned to walk away. "Christopher, you shouldn't forget what would happen to you as soon as your friends find you. As for Mr. Richards, he is nothing but a suspect. No one will link him to the accident but just you. You were a fool to have saved him now." Derrick yelled f

*5 years later* Alex POV Have you ever wanted to be someone else? That was the question that I’ve been asking myself all these years. With the stress of life getting me down I couldn't help but wonder what it would of been like. But now I wouldn’t ever want to change a thing. Charlotte is strong, she’s a warrior in disguise. Never in my lifetime would I have thought that someone so small, so beautiful, would turn my life upside down for the better. She's over come all her fears and became everything the pack needs in a Luna plus more. We’ve made three beautiful children. That are more then a handful and keep me on my toes that's for sure. My daughter Lilly, she’s the strongest out of all th

“Regardless of what you telling me, it's not going to leave this bedroom.” “These walls have ears, and if you think that anything that you say is not known to others, you are very wrong. This place is not a place for you to mess around or to think that you have the privacy or the silence or solitude. Everything they you say is heard. Every move that you make is calculated and one mistake can end up being fatal.” She said, almost like a warning. But then she chose to continue. “The war. His father. The betrayal. This place. Take your pick. Nolan’s always been... composed, sharp, focused, but he used to be human under all of that. Now? I’m not sure he even remembers what softness feels like. I

Then I was going to hunt the bastards that had done this. ‘I will leave you now, Dominique. There is much work to be done.’ ‘Nathaniel, don’t hunt the bastard that did this. This is pack business.’ ‘And you are my business. I will not make the final kill if that is what you wish, but I will find everyone involved in hurting you.’ ‘I promise you that we’ll handle it, Nathaniel. Chris will look into his father and find out if he was involved.’ ‘I will feed and send energy to heal you so you may begin your investigation. I love you, Dominique.’

Inside the car was a figure even more eye-catching than the vehicle itself. Christopher's face bore a grim expression. Beside him was a tastefully designed, custom-made paper bag holding two square-shaped boxes. One larger, the other slightly smaller. Luke, observing his boss, could sense the complicated emotions within him. They had been to Nolan Manor numerous times, and each visit had been far from pleasant. Either he would argue with Ms. Nolan or be kicked out. Christopher, as the president of the renowned Bolton Enterprise in Bayridge and the city's most eligible bachelor, was accustomed to the admiration of many and being fawned upon.

Christopher's brows furrowed, his eyes flashing with annoyance. "That doesn't explain why you picked her. I need an explanation, and I need it now." The demand was clear, the underlying threat evident. Christopher's eyes remained fixed on Olivia, his gaze piercing and unyielding. "Calm down, dear friend," Nathan responded, his voice casual and playful, a hint of amusement dancing in his tone. "I'm Nathan, and you know me best. I never make wrong decisions, Christopher." "Well, this is your first," he retorted, his voice dripping with a hint of dry humor.

“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.”

He asked hesitantly. "Your Alpha is a pain in the ass. He overreacted for no reason!" I groaned. Oscar held back a laugh. "That sounds like Aaron." A voice chuckled. Oscar turned around, shock written across his face. He sighed when he saw Don standing behind him. "He is in a pissy mood." Don chuckled. "That he is!" Another voice popped up. I looked at him. "Christian, right?" I asked. He nodded his head and bowed. "Nice to meet you again, Luna." He gave me a boyish smile.