How Old Is Chris Gone Crazy Novels & Stories

"So.. oh God I didn't see how beautiful you look.. wooow.. you'll make Chris go crazy if you keep on doing this I swear..." I scoffed, "I don't look beautiful.. and Chris is a no..." "He truly likes you..." "Okay..." I said and she pushed me off playfully. I laughed, "dude how many times should I tell you I am not ready to date.." Chris was some guy in our dance class, mixed and 24 years old. He wasn't bad, in fact he was sweet and cute but something was missing from my side. I couldn't say what it was but fuck I felt a bit weird towards him.

She relaxed a little but get tensed up again when she noticed it was just Chris and her in the room now. Everything got awkward until she cleared her throat which manage to get Chris's attention. “ So divorce party?” she said slicing the awkward moment in half. “ Hmmm it's probably embarrassing but I just got out of an eight-year-old marriage” he replied but Sophie could tell he was very happy about the decision. “ Bad experience?" “Bad. I'm just glad I'm out” “ Wait married for eight years? How old are you?” she asked curiously. “ I am thirty-five” he answered. Her eyes widened in shock. How? He looked ten years younger. He is like fourteen years older than her.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong or are you going to keep pouting?” I hesitated, feeling childish but unable to hold back. The words tumbled out before I could stop them. “It’s my birthday today. Do you have anything planned?” Chris’s stubbly face remained frustratingly neutral as he shrugged. “Oh, is it? I must have forgotten.” My eyes widened. If I hadn’t been the size of a planet, I would have jumped to my feet. “Chris! I’m pregnant with our third child, and forty is an important age. How could you forget?!”

He said and turned then he left but Harry stayed looking slightly worried. “How old are you right now Chris?” He asked and I furrowed wondering what type of question that was. “19, I’ll be 20 soon…I guess- “Fuck!” He cursed under his breath and then scoffed. “Chris, you’re twenty freaking six and you’re about to turn 27” He stated and I furrowed. “So, don’t tell me you forgot more than 6-7 years' worth of memory?” He had his jaw to the ground which was pretty scary for me honestly but I can’t wrap my head around it, 6years' worth of memory. Harry sighed and stared at me pitifully.

“I hope I didn't get your hopes up too much, Chris. You know we’ve done this many times in the past, and they were all wild goose chases… I never expected you to suddenly fly here!” But Chris was undeterred. “I have to see for myself. Even the slightest chance is worth pursuing,” he replied, his voice filled with determination. “I can’t afford to miss even a one-in-a-million chance.” His eyes took on a faraway look, and he was probably thinking of his beloved sister who had suddenly vanished one day when she was only around ten years old. Suddenly, images of Sabrina filled my mind. She was the only one who seemed to understand me, even after all the others I’ve met in my lifetime. A wave of

His dad said. "What fiancee?" Christopher asked. "What do you mean by what fiancee? Cindy of course! You need to come back home and plan your wedding!" He shouted. "Oh, really? Wow! How come I don't remember proposing to her?" Christopher said taunting his father. "That's because you didn't. Now, I need you to be home as fast as possible. Stop being so rebellious. You are not a teenager anymore. You are 27 and you need to act like one. It's high time you think according to your age." His dad shouted over the phone.

So what if you can't be a doctor anymore? He took a deep breath and said coldly, "I'm done talking. I'll give you one day—go to Denise's company and clear this up. If you don't, I'll make sure Mary doesn't get into that prestigious elementary school." Then he stormed out and slammed the door so hard that the walls shook. As I watched him leave, tears of blood streamed down my ghostly face.

“He is hot, I get it. I've caught Gina staring at him too.” My face writhed in disgust—me and Chris? No way. He's what they called a wizard. I normally referred to him as a male witch. Chris never studied medicine. He used to work at a mechanic shop and lived next door back in Lystvair. We were close friends despite our age gap until five years ago, when he was wanted for murder and he fled without saying goodbye. Just like Benny, he dabbled in potions and casted spells on people. But how did he manage to mask the smell of the witch’s blood that coursed through his veins?