Krissy Lynn Gifs Novels & Stories

A new phone had also been provided for her, though she avoided using any of her real information because she knew very well that she was technically still a wanted criminal. One afternoon, Myra laid lazily on the bed while scrolling through random videos online. Suddenly, she paused after seeing a trending livestream clip that had blown up only a few minutes ago. The views had already crossed ten thousand. Her brows slowly furrowed when she saw the face on the screen. It was Lyka. Myra hesitated briefly before pressing play. Lyka appeared looking pitiful and heartbroken. Her makeup was ruined slightly while her eyes looked swollen and red from crying. “Hello everybody…” she sobbed softly. “I

She had golden curls on her head but with eyes similar to Sheila's. “My name is Krissy and my dream is to become a lovely butterfly someday,” she said in an innocent tone. Everyone laughed at what she stated including me, of course! “This little caterpillar here,” Alpha Axel said while carrying Krissy in his arms, “is my daughter Krissy. He kissed the little girl’s cheek which made her chuckle a bit. “I figured. He got your golden hair.” “The only thing he got from me,” he joked. “Everything else was from her mom.”

She worried that the trip back to Hydroton would put Stephanie in a bad mood, so she kept chatting nonstop while scrolling through social media to see the latest gossip. Suddenly, she saw something that made her eyes widen. She blurted out, "What the hell?" "What's wrong with you?" Stephanie asked with a laugh. "You look like you just saw a ghost." "I-It's nothing." Wynette immediately locked her phone. She saw something even more horrifying than a ghost. She had just seen a post from the Cloudcrest Performing Arts Troupe's official account. It was the official announcement of a new member—Kiara Grover.

"I ordered you a mojito. Maybe that’ll change your mind?" She pushed a glass toward me. Mint leaves and lime slices floated in the pale green liquid. Usually it was one of my favorite drinks. Usually. "Sorry. I’m leaving. I’ll leave my card with you so security doesn’t give you any trouble," I said firmly, getting to my feet. For a second, something dark flashed across Kriss’s face, but it disappeared just as quickly. She covered it with a wounded look, her eyes immediately going shiny. Typical. Kriss was a manipulator. If begging didn’t work, she’d move straight to guilt and tears.

Any woman who was young and beautiful was considered an eyesore to Gemma now and she couldn’t help but think about the travesty that was her lacerated face. After a while, Kris left the room and her eyes grew cold as soon as the door closed behind her. “An incompetent fool, huh?” Her red lips curved into a smirk as a look of disgust and scorn filled her eyes. “I’d like to see who will turn out to be the incompetent fool after this!” She pulled up a video on her phone—one which she had gone through painstaking measures to obtain and without sparing another thought, she uploaded the clip into a mailbox and sent it out.

Thanks for understanding and please continue to support me. Love Chrissy 🥰🥰😘❤️

She really was a smart thinker, I was glad Hunnie had her as a close friend. "Let her go!" I spoke with my eyes turning abck to green. If it works and prevents slaughter, and me losing control, than why not? My demons also have a weak spot for Kris. "Come!" Roared Kris to Lenah. They walked out the doors with their hands up. "AHH!!!! Oh my gosh!" Yelled a elf woman, who was walking along the golden fountain. I could see Kris's vision of her right away as she shrieks. "Sorry...we are here for a wedding.." Kris's deep and petrifying lycan voice bellows.

I heard her grumbling under her breath, which made me chuckle. With that, I turned around, only to be met with Krissy, who had a wide smile on her face. It startled me a little, and I had to take a small step back. “Are you two together, Alpha?” she asked excitedly, her hands clasped together. “She’s so beautiful. The two of you make a great picture together. Look!” she exclaimed, showing me a photo she had taken. It was true. We did look good together. However, my finger quickly tapped on the trashcan button, deleting it.

He walked over to his desk, plugged it into his computer, and pressed play. The footage was grainy, but clear enough. It showed the roof, the moonlight casting long shadows across the concrete. He saw himself and Kayla, kissing, lost in their own world. And then, he saw Clara. She was standing in the doorway, holding a knife in her hand. She watched them for a moment, her face twisted in rage. And then, instead of attacking, she raised the knife and drove it into her own arm. She cried out, dropping the knife, and then turned toward the camera, her face contorted into a mask of feigned fear and pain. Liam stared at the screen, his blood running cold. He watched it again. And again. And again

It made no sense. But my unspoken questions were soon answered as one of the other warriors dragged a cloaked figure up onto the altar - a woman, judging by her slight form and stifled sobs of terror. With a flourish, Griffin whipped the cloak off, baring the woman to the torchlight. My heart lurched in dismayed recognition. "Kristy?!" It was Kris, my childhood friend and Ella's best friend. Her normally kind face was creased with fear, green eyes pleading.