Jamie Christie Novels & Stories

Nicki scoffed, folding her arms under her breast. “ Don't push your luck.” He leaned closer toward her and whispered into her ear. “ And if I do?” Nicki also whispered back into his ear. “ You won't survive it.” “ You can try it.” She smirked at him. He was even more handsome than he was the previous night. Dressed in black jean trousers and shirt, with a Burberry wrist watch which could probably cost a fortune and Berluti sneakers. He was an epitome of divine beauty, with two piercings at each side of his eyebrows.

~ "Oh my god, He was so hot!" Jamie said as she went on about the movie, even though it'd been over two hours since it let out. "You always say that. Isn't it a little creepy that you're fantasizing about a 50 something year old man?" I raised an eyebrow at her, hoping to find a way to get off the subject of Tom Cruise. "He may be old but he sure doesn't look it." Jamie defended, her eyebrow arched in a sassy way, as if to say 'you know i'm right,' and a smirk graced her lips.

Kenny's pov The night was cold, a storm seemed to be coming and there was an ominous feeling hanging in the air. I climbed the steps up to my room in the attic with slow steps, my body hurt from the beating I took today. When I finally reached my room I just fell on my small mattress that lay on the cold floor, not caring if I haven't changed yet. My body felt like led, the aches just to much to even think about moving to undress myself, I didn't care at this point if the blood was getting on my measly blanket or if the dirt was getting everywhere. A bright light suddenly shined into my small window lighting up the room so I couldn't see what was going on and I couldn't open up my eyes. Ther

“Well. That went… great.” Jamie winced. “I’m really sorry about that.” “It’s fine,” Brandon said, though his jaw was tight. Jamie handed them their drinks and sat across from them. “I’m really glad you came. Truly.” Claudia managed a small smile. “Thank you for inviting us, how's your Christmas baby?” Jamie nodded. “Baby Melody is asleep right now. I would’ve loved for you guys to see her, but honestly?” He laughed softly. “She never sleeps. This is our break. Our breathing space.”

I help take care of his house and errands. My name is Jamie, I am light skin with a cute petite body. I am 4'11 and weigh 98lbs. I've always been attracted to older men. When I started helping old man Marcus I noticed him always looking at me. So I would purposely drop things to bend over in front of him.

“Thank you for honoring my invitation, Your Highness.” Alpha Kael bowed again, his gaze fixed on me. “And if I may ask, who’s the lady beside you?” I felt Clinton stiffen beside me, but I kept my eyes on Alpha Kael, who was still smiling. With a fake smile plastered on my face, I cooed, “I am Natasha Jones, the King’s distant cousin.” I lied. Alpha Kael hummed, nodding slowly. “You’re welcome to my pack, Lady Natasha.” He bowed dramatically before shifting his attention to Clinton. “Please, have a seat.”

Hahaha! I did a little g****e search on Damison Groups. They have branches in 18 countries, 5 board of members, Founder Josh Damison, Chairman Brad Damison, CEO & President Ryan Damison, COO Rose Damison, CMO Daniel Damison. I see a family business. A big family business. Having a last look in the mirror, I grab Ethan's degree and certificates and leave the apartment whistling at my pre-success. Now that I have no ponytail, my head feels light and smart.

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

“She came to me the night of the party.” “What?” “She called. Twice. I didn’t pick up. Then she sent a voice message.” He pulled out his phone, tapped a few times, then held it out. I took it. Her voice crackled through the speaker. Panicked. Breathing heavy. “Malik, if you get this, I need you to come get me. Now. Something’s wrong. I think… I think they’re gonna do something. I heard them talking—about me. About Jasmine. Please. Please don’t let them—”