Kris Kindle Novels & Stories

"A secret?" Ningsih thought, expecting the man to reveal something about himself. Kris moved his face closer until they could feel each other's breath. "I like you." Kris leaned in to kiss Ningsih. However, she stopped him with three of her joined fingers. "Sorry, I don't like you." Ningsih turned away to leave. "What a completely unimportant secret!" she murmured. "Wait!" Kris managed to grab her hand again. "Actually, I am the son of the owner of Indodrink Company," he revealed.

"Purifying a century-old evil spirit would cost us years of our own lifespan, and we would ordinarily never perform such a ritual, but… "Madam, seeing as you love your child so much, we're willing to make an exception. However, you have to pay the cost in kind to God, not one cent less." "I'll pay! Even if I have to sell everything I own!" "Ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred dollars," Lucas named the price without blinking. "Not one dollar less. Only an offering of three nines can complete the ritual." The moment Sam heard the number, he started producing a strange, guttural sound from his throat.

If you managed to use your head well, you could remain famous for a long time. So basically, I didn't care what Kris did with his life as long as he participated in all the couple interactions with me to feed our fans and gossip pages. But Kris surprised me today when he told me that he wanted to declare a break-up between him and me because he was in a delicate situation since a peasant girl from his hometown was expecting a child from him.

No more blood spilling beneath his fists. His software company had already skyrocketed into the top fifty in the world—he had more money than he could ever spend. He didn't need this life anymore. He took a deep breath and reached into his car, grabbing his signature cologne and spraying a few pumps onto his hoodie before pulling it up. Time to go inside. The hallway leading into the underground venue was dimly lit, the low hum of conversation and distant laughter filling the space. Kane walked with slow, deliberate steps, his sharp gaze scanning the area.

There, Renee stood by Kristopher's wheelchair, her gaze lowered in conversation. The photo was taken from afar, so it was hard to see their expressions. However, Marcelo could sense a lovely and harmonious atmosphere between them. Vivian’s words had the potential to easily mislead people into misunderstanding the relationship between Renee and Kristopher. That would be the case if Marcelo hadn't received backgrounds about Kristopher beforehand. Kristopher Wright, a 40-year-old male, had a heart condition since birth. His family background remained a mystery, and his occupation was shrouded in secrecy. He owned numerous mines, including gold and diamond mines located abroad.

I ask, trying not to gasp or squeal. He shakes his head. “No, come on! Not thousands, just a hundred thousand.” Although I don’t refuse to let him take my hand, I want to scold him and how he keeps giving me flashy things. I’m about to say something when I see the K&W SIC engraved on each of the diamond. I look up and my eyes are glassy as I stare at him. He’s made something special for our ‘Smile it’s Christmas’ movement and I love it.

Everyone knew Liam was a slave to his little girlfriend. With no other option, he reluctantly joined the lineup alongside Jayden and Sean. Finally, all the women turned their attention to Kris, who was doing his best to minimize his presence. Krystal raised an eyebrow at Kris, indicating him to join the lineup. Feeling wronged, Kris couldn’t help but retort, “Why should I kneel? Damn it, I don’t even have a girlfriend!” “But you have sisters,” Nora pointed out the obvious, and the others agreed. Surrendering to his fate, Kris walked out from behind the counter and staggered towards the center reluctantly.

"Karish! Please stop! You're killing him!" I appealed but he did not listen and held fast. I felt an anger roll over me, my chest rumbled and I growled "I WILL STOP!" Karish froze and looked up at me "Let him go," I commanded, and he obeyed. He was as surprised as I was, I thought Jordans was too dominant and obeyed no one I walked closer to them, Chris rubbed his throat and coughed I was relieved, if I had waited longer he would be dead now I kind of understood why Karish killed those villains. They were criminals and I was under their mercy. He saved me. It was enough for me to let it go. But Chris, he did nothing wrong. He is a good person and a good friend. He would kill him for what?

Alex Phil, my so-called fiance, sat there with his legs crossed, undeniably handsome. Clearly, Alice and Victoria were not blind. This 'Mr. Phil' caught my eye, his look a mix of curiosity, judgment, and a good dose of scorn. "Miss Elvira," he said, standing and putting down his drink, "I'm Alex." "Hello." We shook hands, and I sat down beside him. He wasted no time in starting a conversation. "I've heard you used to be a..." "Boxer." "That's quite unusual. Not many women in the ring."

He smiled wide, like the sun. “Hi. I’m Ken. You never gave me your name… so I came to get it. And to ask why you left me.” “I… I’m sorry I left like that,” I lied, moving to sit behind my desk. “Something came up.” “I’m Cristopher. But my friends call me Cris.” “Cris,” he repeated slowly. “That’s a nice name.” He leaned forward, resting his chin on both hands atop the desk. His scent was intoxicating. His full lips made it hard to focus.