Christopher Novel Novels & Stories

"Get the door, Natalie." Christopher was met with nothing but silence. That was a reminder that I'd never come home. Frustrated, he got out of bed to answer the door himself. It was a courier, and he handed Christopher a hefty package. "Wedding anniversary package from a Ms. Shayman." Christopher frowned upon hearing that. He hauled the package into the house and sliced the tapes open with a box cutter. He expected scarves or handmade figurines, but none came out. Only the scent of mildew hit him.

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.

Christopher had never mentioned a former fiancée. "It's nice to meet you," I said, the lie tasting bitter on my tongue. "But if you're not here for books, I'm not sure what I can do for you." Victoria's smile sharpened. "I wanted to see for myself. When I heard Christopher had gotten married, I assumed it was some kind of business arrangement. But then I heard he's been coming home every night, playing house in that sterile apartment of his." Her gaze raked over me, assessing and finding me wanting. "I had to see what kind of woman could make Christopher Zane behave like an ordinary man."

I noticed a group of men loading the SUV outside with boxes of books and I knew they had to be coming from the study and they had to be Christopher’s most treasured possessions and that reminded me that I wanted to grab my mother’s grimoire out of my bedroom before we left. Quickly I climbed the stairs to my room and as I walked down the hall another door was open on this floor, and it was the first time I had ever seen another door open. Curiosity got the best of me as I walked further down the hall reaching the open door. Christopher stood in the middle of the room handing a book to another man in a black cloak who added it to the box he was holding and then left the room. I looked around

Chris and his group were not in a hurry to speak; they watched fear grip the souls of the most devious of men without batting an eyelid. “Who are you? What do you want?” one of the men yelled out when he couldn’t take it any longer. “Who we are is not important. Who you touched is.” Chris spoke in a deep voice; to the men it sounded like the voice from hell. “We don’t even know you. How did we offend you?” Christopher stepped out from the shadows, into the lighted area of the deck. His lips curled up in a sinister manner as he spat out “a casualty".

Chapter 122 Jace I watch as Dominic finally steps back, his chest heaving, his knuckles raw and bloody. Christopher lies crumpled on the floor, a grotesque parody of the powerful man he once was. There's a grim satisfaction in seeing him brought so low, but also a coldness that settles in my gut. This is what we've become. Noel moves with a quiet efficiency, scooping Christopher up like he's nothing more than a sack of rice. The sight is almost comical, if it weren't so brutally real.

In the next second, strong murderous intent filled him once more. The woman shuddered before subconsciously backing away from him. “You… You said you weren’t going to kill me, right?” “Don’t be nervous… I’m only not killing you because I don’t want to taint the mind of the person outside. I’m prepared to spare your lowly life. If you’re a smart person, go back and tell Michael you’ve already killed me… Do you understand?” Christopher said coldly. He was like an emperor who controlled the entire world.

Christopher said with a faux sigh, “our dear brother was the perfect angel. Most well-behaved child you’ve ever seen. Never broke a rule. Always quiet. Always reading. Didn't even cry when he scraped his knees.” Mother added gently, “He was the one who corrected the butler’s grammar at eight years old.” I rolled my eyes. “He was misusing the subjunctive. It was a kindness.” But Christopher wasn’t finished. “He had this thing,” he said, turning slightly toward Lu, lowering his voice with the glee of a child about to reveal a scandal, “for books. Not just any books. Romance novels.” Mother gave him a sharp look. “Christopher…” “Oh come on, Mother,” he said, grinning. “It was adorable. He used

"How do you do it? And what was yesterday?” "It makes it easy for me to remember things," he said without opening his eyes, raising his hand to me, "Lie with me for a while longer...” “What was yesterday, Christopher?” I asked again pushing his hand away. “My birthday,” he answered all casual placing his arms behind his head for support “Now it's up to you to answer all the questions...” “You had your birthday yesterday and you didn't tell me anything?” I said puzzled, "What are you? An Amish?”

Was it from a novel Paige had read before? "What? Do you also think I'm right?" Chris asked with a smile. Paige refuted, "You should read fewer messy novels." Who would have thought that someone like Chris, a CEO, actually liked reading all sorts of romance novels? Did he ever imagine himself in those novels, fantasizing about being the male lead? Chris said, "I don't read any messy novels. I read the painstaking works of the authors." Paige was at a loss for words. Did she also not read the authors' painstaking works? Such double standards.