Christopher Novel Novels & Stories

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

Could I do that? "Hello, love" That voice made me smile "Has he visited you yet?" she asked. “Oh yeah. Thanks for the gift, Sofia, they didn't have to do it,” I replied. “We didn't have to? Are you forgetting everything you have done for us? Christopher, it's about time you start to live, you no longer have to prove anything to anyone, you have everything a businessman is expected to have. You deserve to be happy Chris, but you won’t find happiness in the office or in your apartment which you have above your head; when was the last time you went out to see the light of day or the moon?” she asked, although thank God I didn't have time to answer because I had no answer for that. “Tell me you

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.

Lucas gave him and encouraging nod. "Oh, i wanted to tell you something very important." Christopher said out of the blue and left the sandwich on the plate. "What?" Lucas asked curiously. "Here, fuck you." Showing him the middle fingers of both hand Christopher spoke up. "First, I'm not bottom, and second, are you sure looking at my size someone will be able to take two at a time? I'm grown up, and healthy at all parts of my body." Lucas replied shamelessly. "You are so disgusting," Christopher can never pull up with Lucas. He can go without any limit, whereas Christopher has limits.

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.”

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.