Christopher Novel Novels & Stories

Everyone was going to be wondering who it was. I felt confident no one would be pointing fingers at me and I was going to make damn sure they didn’t start now. I was probably getting all worked up for nothing. Christopher was a silver fox. He probably had a long list of women wanting in his bed. I doubted I was quite his type. He looked like one of those guys that went after the slim and trim models that were half his age. Then again, I doubted he would find women like that truly interesting. Except in bed.

"Great tactic." After doing all that, Christopher had the time to strut to the kindergarten and offer her an olive branch. He had used every single attack and humiliation in the book. Jasper looked extremely upset. When he had found out, he wished he could hack Christopher into pieces. "We bullied his darling, and he's taking cold, hard revenge." From rejecting Nicole's request to join Nova Nine's team to eventually firing her, Christopher had shown that revenge was best served cold. Amelia didn't allow herself to wallow in anger. She quickly composed herself and cleared her thoughts.

he replies. "So demurely that you’ve never noticed her neck or wrists?" Kattie glares at him. "Was she a freaking nun or what?" Christopher’s face betrays that he knows exactly what we’re talking about. "I’ve never seen so many scars from torture, violence, and rape on one body before," I tell him angrily. "Not even in the underworld, and we live in a constant state of pending war." "I didn’t know." Christopher moves to the edge of his chair. "I swear I didn’t know. I thought it was just her hands… that he tied her up when she didn’t comply."

Julie observes. “It's not, it's just...” I stop and think for a second how to describe Christopher. “Where Jonathan is playful, Christopher is stern. Jonathan is loving, but Christopher has no heart. Jonathan is admittedly, a playboy. He's always falling in love. Christopher? I'm sure he's had dates, but... he's cold and calculating. Business is everything to him. He makes pre-ghost Ebeneezer Scrooge look like a freaking Santa Claus.” “Wow.” Julie tilts her head, imagining what Christopher must be like.

He straightened his back, inhaled sharply… and still didn’t look at her. “It’s…” He swallowed. “…in New York.” The fork slipped slightly from Ivy’s fingers. New York. Of all places. She kept her voice steady. “Okay. And?” Christopher’s jaw flexed. He looked like he’d rather shove his head into the oven than say the next words. Christina whispered under her breath, “Oh boy…” Ivy’s voice hardened. “Christopher.” He blurted, fast, like ripping a bandage he didn’t want to admit existed:

And she'll never return Christopher: He/Him: Stripped of his title before he could grow into it and denied the girl his young self wanted, Christopher came of age with a heart full of anger. Suppressing the angry parts of him, he fell in love with his mate. All should have been properly in line for him. Only when the girl from his past returns, that dark side of him reemerges and he loses everything all over again at his own fault

I don’t know at what point I fell asleep; with my heart beating the way it was, I am actually surprised I managed to sleep. But thank goodness he isn’t- “Morning, sunshine.” The door swings open, and Christopher walks in with a maid carrying breakfast behind him. “Set them next to her.” He says, and the maid nods. For a moment, I simply take in his neat appearance—how long has he been awake? He looks like he has showered and everything. “Here.” Christopher says and tosses a newspaper to me. ‘Stocks plummet as Flex luxury brand falls under allegations of Child labour and inhumane sweat shops’

CHRISTOPHER The silent hoofs of horses cracked against the hardened bronze floor of the Asgard towering building, as Christopher peered out of the window of his wagon that cold evening. It had been a quiet day and after staying out of everyone sight for the entire time he had stayed indoors he decided the decided the night was out there for him to over power. Chris picked out a pub at the edge of town where only the rich Vampires ventured , after tossing a coin for a boy to watch over his wagon he stepped into the pub that had dim red lights and a beautiful woman singing.

Olivia paused trying to remember whatever they wrote in the file but nother came to mind ,she met christopher gaze ,he just stared lovingly at her and that made her heart do a dance . He took her hand gently causing her to blush . Why did she have to forget that part? She cannot dissapoint him now ! . " Well I can't really pin point at a particular thing ,but Chris ...." She paused and stared at christopher who nodded for her to continue . " He is lovable ,he is easy to love , he's not perfect because he can be a snub sometimes but he's all I can ever ask for in a man ,his gentle and warm gaze ,his warm embrace , his diligence ,yeah most people call him a workaholic but I see him as a dilige

(LITTLE TO NOTHING: A SECRET DARE) “LITTLE TO NOTHING: A SECRET DARE.” Christopher whispers, but is all loud enough for Honey to hear those words. Words that alarms her, tingles her senses for the dread and darkness. But she still quietly observes him at a fair distance. Like a spy that she is. “I know that you heard me, and I also know that one way and another it shakes your curiosity. Honey.” Christopher pointed, giggling in his usual eerie way. Pointing out and directly that he knows Honey is spying to him. Looking and recording his every move and preventing him into stepping foot outside the boundary of the deals that he accepted and long gone signed.