Eric Christianson Novels & Stories

“It’s plastic, Piper. It doesn’t have shoulders.” “Still.” I clutch mine closer.“So, tell me. What’s the deal with Luna Serena’s son?” Zoe sighs, her expression darkening. “Ryder told me the whole story. It’s… complicated.” “Complicated how?” She hesitates before saying, “His name is Nicholas. He’s Elijah’s stepbrother. Luna Serena became Elijah’s father’s second chance mate after Elijah’s mom died tragically. It messed them all up—Elijah and his father grew distant, and even when Luna Serena had Nicholas, the bond between father and son didn’t really heal.”

“You’re calling the cops?” “No, I’m calling an ambulance. You said there are children. They need medical attention, we can report the accident later. Write down your details, please.” He handed me a black notebook. The front is embossed with gold lettering. Greyson Elliot. Slack-jawed, I glanced at the notebook, then cast my gaze over the God before me. It can’t be? It’s not possible. He has Greyson’s eyes but nothing else. Greyson Elliot is a scrawny, acne-ridden geek and dirt poor. And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

I instructed. "I'm on it. Now for the girl. The one you're not interested in,” he snickered. He quickly stopped when I growled. "Okay. Be broody about it. Aurelia Faith Christian is a sixteen-year-old from Eugene, Oregon. A B+ student, despite her age, will be a senior in the fall. She's on the debate and girls’ lacrosse teams at school and has multiple trophies from equestrian events. Her parents, Mary and William Christian, own and run the Christian horse ranch. And well, they are human. No connection to our kind or even knowledge of it,” he reported.

he said while rubbing the back of his head. “Alpha?” I asked curiously. “Shut up and go back to work,” Dash said as he was about to push me away. However, Dane intervened and grabbed him by the back of his neck, pulling him back to his seat. “Don’t touch her,” Dane commanded. “You shouldn’t be alpha. You’ve become weak since Selena passed!” Dash angrily threw his glass on the floor, causing it to shatter. “What makes this girl so special? I thought you said she was underage.”

After Paul hangs up, the brimming need to sneak a look at my laptop’s screen wraps around my neck like a noose, and I find myself looking at the picture again. Jaxon Wolfgang is standing there in his Dallas Titans uniform. His jersey number is twelve, and the word TITANS is stretched across his massive chest. At thirty-nine, he looks every inch the legendary NFL quarterback the media claims him to be. His dark hair is slicked back from his rugged features, and his intense blue-grey eyes are fixed on the camera with that same authoritative focus he uses to dominate the field. “Mommy!” I’m cut off from my thoughts by the tiny shrieking voice from across the patio calling me.

"You are emotionally involved with the asset." "The 'asset' has a name, Sterling," I said, my eyes locking onto his with an absolute, unyielding intensity. "His name is Rhys Keller. He is the captain of the Seattle Kraken. And the only bias in this room is the corporate greed that led your client to falsify a player's medical records to devalue his contract."

As soon as Diana entered, he contacted Cedric. “How did it go?” [The man in whose picture you sent me is named Robert William, a construction worker. He has a criminal record for domestic violence and was divorced from his wife just one week ago. However, before the divorce, he applied for mediation but it was unsuccessful because his wife was traumatized that she would be abused again]. “Is there any more info?” [I'm sorry, that man's wife is mute. He is currently being processed by the police. I will take care of it so that he gets the punishment he deserves.”]

His voice so soft, it sounded foreign to my ears but I'm still mad at him. "Sounds like it. And just for your peace of mind, I came here for Tristan. Now, if you'll excuse me, he's waiting for me." I walked past him, making sure to brush his shoulder with mine, a little too aggressive and I was almost an inch away from the door when suddenly, I was pushed to it instead with Cyrus' body pushed to mine. "Don't you dare walk out on me." He said in a low tone but with power and pride. I'm really starting to think that he's a bipolar, I mean, one minute his calm the next, he's like a bomb.

"Get the f**k away from her!" That deep voice growled in vicious menace causing her heart to stop beating as her eyes widened. Her head snapped in the direction of that deep voice. Even though she couldn't make out his features because of the lights behind him, that voice was so intense to be forgotten. He took a step further in so that now his face was slightly visible and as soon as his olive cold eyes met hers, she knew he was none other than Rasmus Colt, aka Mr. Mute.