Kris Rips Out Soul Novels & Stories

"Emily? Emily, are you there... Don't do anything stupid!" The phone was still connected to the call. My mom was still listening. I froze for a moment. In that instant of distraction, Cynthia quickly broke free. She stumbled back several steps, eyes wide with fear, staring at me. Seeing her escape, my first instinct was to chase after her. But my mom's voice crackled through the phone. Her voice was filled with sobs. She sounded helpless and sorrowful. My out-of-control mind snapped back into focus. 'If I get caught... It's a crime... Cynthia would be fine... I've hit her... She's bleeding... If I blind her, I might not even… I can't go to prison... I can't…'

And those cold gray eyes locked right on me. I didn’t stop. Didn’t blink. Just walked straight to him, like I wasn’t scared of a damn thing. “Good morning, Lion Dickhead,” I said sweetly, like sugar coated in poison. His lips twitched, almost a smile. Bastard. “Team,” he said, ignoring my insult. “Meet The Revenant. The ghost that makes grown men cry. The reason half of Mexico sleeps with a gun under their pillow.” All eyes turned to me. I saw it right away, the doubt in their faces shifting to realization. Then fear. Good.

Even if I'm broken. But instead of a happy ending. He rejected me. "I, Allen Green, reject you, Reyna, as my mate." He announced, as my eyesight blurred up with tears. Everyone was looking at us. I just stood there in front of him. "I, Reyna Andrews, accept your rejection," I whisper, looking down the floor, trying not to sob out loud. I decided to kill myself that day. I ran, never looking back. Running outside and into the forest.

Victor wanted to reluctantly argue, blinded by what was really happening but the next second his breath hitched in utter disbelief at the sudden occurrence flashing before him. “No… No!... im... impossible! It must be the drug… you must have released the fumes in here… yes! That has to be it… this was all part of your plan… have the others distract me… while you were secretly waiting to take me out…” The agitated man reasoned; clearly in denial as he stumbled backwards pressing on the wall behind him for support, his eyes intently glued to the scene of the glitching figure several steps ahead. “I… can assure you… this is no drug… and I am… Mike Rayburn… a soul with a vengeance.”

No way. "Hi, princess. I missed you so much." He said and kissed me on my forehead, a feeling that I surely miss. I didn’t reply, I just smiled at him, waiting for him to introduce the girls. "Um.. Okay, Calista, I invited you here because I wanted you to meet them. This is Rose Hart. She's... my fiancée. And this is her daughter, Bianca." My jaw dropped. Wait, what?

Then they laughed . Kris panicked. "What?! No! That's not - " He clicked next, shaking. SLIDE 2: A screenshot of his bank account: BALANCE: $2.30 Title: MY NET WORTH BEFORE I CONNED A RICH WOMAN He tried to close the laptop. It wouldn't close. Suzan had locked it. SLIDE 3: A video playing on loop - Kris dancing in Suzan's living room, wearing only a towel, singing off-key.

A sickening crack filled the air. Everyone froze. Before anyone could react, Leslie drove a knife deep into Aunt Mary’s flesh. She raised her arm and then plunged again and again. Blood splattered across Aunt Mary’s wide, disbelieving eyes. Leslie cried out through clenched teeth and hot tears, her voice raw with years of resentment. “That was my money! I was drowning, and you refused to help me just so you could save it for Ben? You’ve never loved me! “I saw the security footage. It was you—you ruined my job! And you don’t feel even a shred of guilt! Yet you dare to hit me!

She had simply disappeared into thin air as if she’d never been there in the first place. Abigail’s eyes flew open, she was physically drained and a sort of humming filled her entire body. A humming that she had never experienced before. A humming that spoke to her soul and made her feel a great loss. A sense of sadness washed over Abigail and a tear slid down her cheek. *** Caleb and Leah stood by one of the bonfires chatting about all that they were going to get up to during their summer break. They were both going to be working at Silver Stardust, so they would be spending each day in each other’s company.

All of them were very familiar to me too! I growled with my hairs on my body rising. My demons waking up as I'm left all alone with her and in my bed. Something I've been craving for some time now. Her dream made me very aroused, but Kris says I shouldn't move too fast. Her soul is still healing from my wounds and I gravely understood that, but my bond didn't.

Abby frowned as she ran over the quandary. Kris’s fickle voice cut in. “You sold me out—your best friend in the whole world—for a better life in Paris. Eager to sign away your freedom while whoring yourself out to the wealthiest bidder by sleeping with Khalid. When his seed grew in your belly, you kept it a secret, hiding from the world.” Kris walked over to the bar and poured himself a glass of lemonade. “Is that what Khalid told you, that I willingly slept with him? Khalid injected me with a drug and forced himself on me. I have the scars to prove it.”