Christopher Novel Novels & Stories

He put on a poker face again, his hands trembling as he replied to the message. [I want to meet you!] [Sure, I'm at home, where are you?] The phone vibrated, and the response came quickly. Christopher pondered before typing: [I'm outside now, I'll be back later, I'll find you.] [I'll wait for you.] Christopher looked at the message that had come in, his heart pounding with excitement, but also a hint of confusion. Excited to meet Christian, who looked like him, yet afraid. Was the neighbor aunt really mommy? But... Why didn't mommy want him? ***

She is quiet and docile, she always endures all the anger of her brother Augustus. Christopher is an ordinary vampire, he is not an advanced vampire. His life is the study of people and the arts. He has always admired humans, they have short lives but have great works of art. He heard, the girl his brother kept was an immortal, an immortal would probably have a lot of knowledge. "Are you immortal?" Christopher spoke up. He looked at Sharmaine in surprise, he had seen her with werewolves before but he covered his face then, so Sharmaine probably didn't recognize him.

Christopher turned to St Michael “I have suffered injustice for my righteous service. If your God is just, then I will enjoy the company of my brother and my sworn brothers in all lifetimes to come. I shall enter his house when you keep your promise.” “My love, wait for me. I will find you.” Christopher breathed his last.

Christopher stood in the threshold. His shirt was torn at the collar and his hair was wild. "Nixon," Christopher gasped. His eyes scanned my face, looking for blood. Then his gaze drifted past my shoulder. He froze. The colour left his skin in a sudden, violent rush. "What is she doing here?" Christopher demanded. His hand went straight to his waist. "Stand down, Christopher," I ordered. "She is going to the infirmary." "She killed them," Christopher roared. He took a step down the stairs, his boots shaking the wood.

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.

I think it’ll take us forever to find the right gift he’s looking to give to Celyn and Johann! He went to the other shelves. I followed him, half-stomping my feet. He stopped in the novel section. My brows raised slightly. No, I never would have guessed that Chris Salvatore would consider giving a novel to his friends as a gift! How unbelievable! I browsed around at the lifestyle books for a bit, but I also left because Chris's choice wasn't there. I couldn't get him to buy the book, no matter how good or promising it was if he didn't like it.

Christopher said and when Rose glared at him, he made a sign of zipping his lips and throwing the keys away. Rose finally smiled at his drama but didn't say anything. He opened his laptop and started to answer some important mail while Rose just sat there and browsed the internet. This is one of the rare times when she gets to use her phone and surprisingly, she was checking for updates about Christopher. She saw that there was a new picture trending of him when he went to get ice cream in the morning. She stole a glance at him and he was working with a scowl on his face. She read the caption which read, 'BILLIONAIRE BACHELOR CHRISTOPHER ALLEN SPOTTED WITH IN FRONT IF SWEET SENSATION FOR THE

Everything is connecting to each other like some kind of web of lies and truths intertwined. Is it possible that… Cristopher really is the runaway son of the Dencio Household? But if so, why? What happened? According to Christian, Cristopher was self-conceited, he cared only for himself and didn’t accept the fact that his biological aunt became his step-mother. But after hearing of everything, and the fact that Cristopher was out for revenge just like she was, then, what happened? What caused him to be truly out for blood in vengeance? Was he stuck in a web of lies too? Just like she was? Trying to blindly get revenge on something that might not even be factual?

“I’m more grateful that you’re alive, Christopher. You don’t know how much life span this has added to my existence.” Christopher smiles. “On a positive note, you became the world’s hero—the one who exposed Project Empire.” “Well, I couldn’t have done it without Cross. You remember Cross and Chelsea?” “I do.” “You may not know this, but Chelsea was the Yesli Toorsman whose story went live years ago. And Cross was Zeath’s missing brother, Zachili.” Christopher huffs. “Wow.” Then his tone changes as he slowly nods. “It’s sad they’re both gone.”

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