Christopher Novel Novels & Stories

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.

"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.

The old man was staring toward Christopher with a troubled expression. “There is something deeply wrong.” The hall quieted again. My jaw tightened. “What do you mean?” The priest hesitated briefly before speaking carefully. “How is Christopher related to you?” The question felt strange. “He is my late brother’s son.” The priest’s expression darkened further. “No,” he said quietly. “I do not believe he is.” Silence crashed through the chamber. Christopher froze. So did I. “What?” The priest stepped closer slowly, his gaze fixed on the place where the sacred flames had stood earlier.

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.