Hare Christner Novels & Stories

I was standing outside marveling at the structure in front of me when Jack appeared. “Leah, I'm so glad you could make it.” He was standing in front of me smiling with a gorgeous, tall woman at his side. “Leah, this is Chelsea. Chelsea this is Leah.” She stepped forward and held out her arms to hug me. “So, you are the one who has my son in a twist. You really have captured his heart.” I accepted the hug, “I feel the same, he truly has captured my heart as well.” They welcomed me into their home. We took a seat in the enormous living area.

Amber simply nodded as she began to make her way back to her cubicle. Starr began to run through Chris Chariton's bio that Amber had prepared for her. She couldn't help but nod at what she read. He was really good and knew what he wanted. She loved young people who aspired high and knew what they wanted. “Christopher Charming Chariton,” she said to herself as she got to the conference room door. “Let's see what you have to offer,” she added as she pushed the door and walked in.

Not in this kind of situation that she is being forced and hurt. Jack suddenly pushed his hard shaft inside her without a warning. Khlea’s lips opened wide and her eyes widened in intense pain. She felt something tore inside her, and she couldn’t stop her tears, because she feels mixed emotions fear, fatigue, weakness and sort of happiness. Jack stopped for a while but later on he move again and she felt pain again. While he was thrusting with all his might and moved faster as he could. When he was about to reach his climax, Jack mentioned the name of his ex-girlfriend Joan Lacoste.

Xavier: Hunter stood by the couch, waiting for me to finish reading the paper that I wasn’t even bothering with. My wolf had been pacing since dawn. And the idea of her being out of the house was not helping. “She’s on her way back,” Hunter said finally. “She met with Maxine at the café. No guards saw her try anything. They just spoke. It seemed like a normal conversation though. Maxine is helping her with this divorce. Are you sure that you want her to keep meeting up?”

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,

Chris feigned a chuckle as he tried to coax his treasures. “Son…..” Daniel called out feeling irreconcilable. That was his son, why was he sitting in the wrong camp? “Sir, you called out wrongly. I am Christian Walter, first born of Christopher Walter and Emile Burke.” Chris Jnr's words and expression were filled with righteous conviction as he spoke staring to Chris's eyes; he then turned to face Daniel with ridicule written all over his face “Or is it this uncle’s habit to steal other people’s person and property and shamelessly claim ownership?”

I fix myself. We park and exited the car. We enter the elevator and go to the 12th floor of the building. "Mr. Brooklyn!" An old man shouted. Hilary's dad and the old man bro hug each other and shake hands. "Here's my daughter Hilary." I bowed and shake hands. "And here's my son, Richard." A five-foot and nine inches tall guy wearing a mask extends his hand. I shake hands with him. "So let's talk about the wedding?" My eyes almost got out in my eye socket. "WEDDING!?"

He inhaled deeply, the scent of his mate driving him wild with desire. "What is your name ?" Unfazed by the apparent shock on his mate's face, he tilted her chin so he could look at her face, taking in everything about her, from the blonde hair that framed her oval face to her large, luminous green eyes, down to her luscious, pouty lips. "Olivia Grant," she replied breathily. She knew she should be scared, if not a little anxious. "I am Asher Blackwood, and I am your destiny. I am the Alpha heir of North America, and I am making you mine tonight." After making the announcement, he lowered his head and covered her mouth with his.

“Christina, you don’t seem happy.” “No.” Christina forced a smile. “The most important thing now is to get a superb architect.” “Dad just called and told me that the wizard, Martin Harris, might be in Perth. He wants me to track this person by hook or by crook.” “Martin Harris? Is he brilliant?” This name seemed strange to Christina.

“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.”