Christopher Novel Novels & Stories

"Christopher drugged me." The last time she had encountered Christopher, she had sensed that the air smelled different, but she hadn't thought much of it because the man was now a prisoner. She had never imagined he would have the audacity to do what he did. "I believe Chelsea created the drug. I'll speak to her tomorrow to obtain the antidote." She knew Christopher wouldn't let go of the long-standing hatred easily. Now, it had been proven to be true. Hesper scoffed, her eyes burning.

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.

Christopher looked so calm, Lucia couldn't figure out what was going through his mind. She held Nathan's hand, frowning. "Chris, there's nothing between you two anyway. Why bother letting pointless news affect your relationship?" "So you know about the news, too," Christopher said as he stepped into the house. "As the mistress of the Zephyr family, you should know what should and shouldn't be done." Lucia followed Christopher into the house with Nathan's hand in hers. She was confused by his cold tone, and her face darkened with displeasure.

Leaving only darkness. With no struggle left in her body. She had given up. Feeling him moving closer. Sitting between her thighs. Closing her eyes she begs for death. When instead silence prolonged with nothing. Creases appear on her forehead. When suddenly she felt something wet pool between her legs. Opening her eyes, what she say made her heart to stop. Christopher was laying dead . Near her legs. His very manhood severed from his body. With blood everywhere. Gulping she looks up to find the other two men having the same fate.

How disgusting! Christopher leapt from the top of a building, and by the time his body was found, his face was unrecognizable. In the afterlife, I stood at the edge of a bridge, watching as Christopher ran toward me. Without hesitation, I moved on before he could reach me, ignoring his cries and never looking back. Christopher, this was the first time you ran toward me. And it was the first time I refused to run to you. From now on, we would never meet again.

Christopher's creepy smile sent shivers down my spine as he took a step toward me, undeterred by my obvious discomfort. "What are you doing here, Christopher?" I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper. "How… How do you know where I stay?" "I've missed you so much," Christopher said, his voice dripping with insincerity, the feigned emotion a stark contrast to the coldness in his eyes. My disgust deepened, a sour taste filling my mouth as I recalled the pain and betrayal he had inflicted upon me. "What do you mean? You've got some nerve showing up here after everything," I snapped, anger beginning to override my fear.

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.

Rosemary calls from the other side of the door. Christopher throws the blanket over me at the sound of her voice. The meaning of he words register a second after and I almost disappear through the bed. “Is crime not fascinating anymore? Is your new favorite old people past time being a pervert?” Christopher asks. A snort comes next, “The whole estate should have heard Alec crying like that. I made breakfast, allow the boy eat.” Oh sweet heavens. I listen as she leaves, and Christopher chuckles. I am mortified, and maybe I would stay here forever, in bed, and never have to face her.

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: