Christopher Novel Novels & Stories

Christopher took my chin in his hand and tilted my face toward him, and I finally looked at him. Although he was quite attractive, I only felt hate and malice toward him. He was hideous on the inside. “You had been so kind to me, and you never knew who I was all along,” Christopher continued, seeming to talk more to himself than to me at the moment. It was as if he were living out a scene from a movie, and he was relishing in his success. He captured the princess, good for him. But he wasn’t the prince. “Now you’ll know. I am Christopher, the Alpha and King of the Rogues.”

"Fine." Christopher opened the massive stainless-steel refrigerator. "What do you actually eat?" Noah laughed out loud. "You really know nothing about me, do you?" Christopher glanced back over his shoulder with a faint smirk. "Apparently not." For a few golden minutes, the oppressive reality of Christopher's life vanished. He wasn't an Alpha losing his status, he wasn't facing a corporate coup by Damian, and he wasn't terrified of the word Omega. He was just Christopher, and Noah was just his closest friend.

But standing here in the quiet suite, with Helena’s empty folder left behind like a forgotten relic, the war was officially over. Christopher’s strong arms suddenly wrapped around my waist, his grip firm and unyielding as he lifted me slightly, settling me back against the heavy mahogany wood of the table. He didn't care about the security logs, the glass windows, or the fact that the federal marshals were currently flooding the lower elevators. His eyes locked onto mine, burning with a quiet triumph. "Now," Christopher murmured, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke, "tell me what the Queen wants to do with her kingdom."

Also, Christopher hadn’t acted that way because he couldn’t stand virgins; why would he when he was a virgin himself? He had never been with a woman before, and the closest he had been with any was Nanny Brenda who made him traumatized, but then again, he never expected that the wild and reckless Ashley Grander, whose escapades some people in the city already knew about. This was another reason why Christopher needed to see the private investigator that Aimee helped him hire as soon as possible; something wasn’t adding up at all. Not only had Christopher realized this by just seeing the blood, the penetration had been hard at first, but more importantly, her body had been exceedingly soft an

“That was years back, Mich. Christopher is a man now, not some college boy you knew years back. He has changed and I don't want to begin to tell you the things he has done to women and girls.” “Why should I believe you? Are you a saint? Or have you forgotten that I know about your past deeds with Mr Davis? And even against Annabel and Scott. You keep talking shit of other people when-” He took a step closer, “I have never come to you as a saint, Mich. When have I ever hidden my true self from you? Yes, I am a bad guy and I have committed many atrocities. I am open about it but Christopher is not. He is pretending and he is deceiving you.”

It opened into a Word document. Christopher skimmed the first two paragraphs. From what he gathered it was a story about him, Bruce, and Trevor – a naughty story. “Shit,” he whispered with awe. He stopped skimming and started reading. Three women named, Mistress B, Hot Summer, and Winter Rose had tripled teamed him and his brothers in a sex dungeon. Christopher continued to read with intense interest as his mouth hung open. Christopher bent Winter Rose over the table and tore her panties like they were offensive to his eyes. He dry docked her. Winter cried out in pleasure and pain as he shoved his massive python inside.

She chuckled, causing Christopher to chuckle. “I would usually saying the things around me,” he replied, “But ‘To Love’ isn’t merely by the things around me. Yes, the things around me have a contribution to the story, but the story is plain fiction. I sat down and thought. Though of how women are supposed to and how men are supposed to, then though of how things are rather. How they truly are, and that was how I began to come up with the plot. The fact that Anna is the type of woman that most people wouldn’t bother approaching, because they ‘think’.” Christopher air quotes think. “And that made her feel she was missing something, causing her to often want to be a lone and try to always seclu

I giggled and rolled my eyes in my head internally. I walked out of the office and the butler let me up a flight of stairs to a room. "This Master Christopher's room," he said knocking on the door. "Master Christopher, your nurse is here," he called to Chris. What the fuck was master Christopher. That was very weird and so ancient. " You can come in" Christopher called and he opened the door leading me to the most beautiful room I'd ever seen. I couldn't help but stare. Christopher was lying leaning his back against the headboard his laptop by his side and the TV was on with a movie playing.

Everything was stagnant. "Hello, Waverly," he said. "Christopher…" "It's Chris, remember? We don't need to be so formal. We did almost kill one another." Waverly's throat felt constricted. Was this truly happening? Were the Donovans telling the truth? "What are you doing here?" Christopher smirked. "That's a great question," he said, taking a few steps forward towards her. "But I'm technically not in Trinity Mountains, am I?"

"Christopher is an outstanding alchemist and has managed to come up with antidotes to all of the poisons my mother has formulated. The two of them have always worked together this way; one to poison and one to cure." Jim closed his eyes and let out a bitter chuckle. "I was so focused on getting Christopher to come to help me that I forgot I had failed to protect two of the most important women in his life. Perhaps this is God's way of punishing me…and I deserve this.