Christopher West: Books 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

"Good. You're still alive." If she had died before he arrived, all this effort would have been pointless. He started toward her. At that moment, Christopher stepped forward, smoothing his hair and straightening his blue, custom-made school uniform. "Are you from the West Ridge Base? Did my father send you?" "West Ridge Base?" Cyrus frowned slightly. "What place is that?" It was the first time he had heard the name. Christopher glanced at their gear and assumed they were armed personnel from a shelter organization. He clasped his hands behind his back and offered a faint smile. "My name is Christopher. My father is Anthony Wright, director of CZ Holdings in Volaris City. You should be familia

The hellhound just groaned. Useless pet, she thought. Pearl followed behind her bag money. Alec’s men set the bag just inside her home, and the moment the door shut behind the men, she was already pulling out the spell book and the silvers. For a moment, she just let her fingers skim over the neatly stacked books. Completely ignoring the men and her three wolves. There was an inviting smell that accompanied the spell book, waiting for her to do her magic and cast a spell on whatever was written inside. This time, she hoped it was how to open a portal.

In the meantime, make sure to check out my other book, Mated and Rejected by her Beta, and tune in for the other amazing projects I have upcoming. As always, thank you for your love and support. Mistress of the West

This time we both laughed together, she really was amazing, her voice, her laugh, her hands, and her sense of humor were incredible, refreshing. "Thank you," she said pulling me out of my thoughts, "I really appreciate that you like it, even knowing that you didn't want me to touch you forty minutes ago." "Yes, well, I'm not very adept at contact," I replied, embarrassed. "Christian Gray," she whispered almost voicelessly now working my legs. “What?” I asked confused, "Who’s that?" She gave me one of her laughs again. "He's a fictional character from a book who doesn't like to be touched because in his childhood someone put out cigarettes on his chest," she explained, pressing my right calf,

Perhaps that’s what made him so mysterious, maybe he was involved with magic, which was rarely seen among the werewolves. I shook my head at Christopher as he looked at me with excited, expectant eyes. “I’m sorry, I can’t read it,” I told him. Christopher’s smile fell, and he looked a little confused, but he quickly pulled out his notebook and began scribbling again, holding the book under his arm. “This tome holds spells that can cure your infertility,” he wrote. I nodded, and he opened the book again, pointing at the page, as if I could somehow understand the symbols on the page now.

LIAM As soon as I left Felix, my irritation still pulsing beneath the surface, I gave him a clear directive: "Dig into this 'Queen of the West.' I want to know everything by morning." This day kept getting better and better, with more mysterious women throwing themselves in my path. This Queen of the West woman, whoever she was, sounded more like a joke and a waste of time, and I had a feeling the stunt she pulled back in the game room wouldn't be her last.