Kristen Archives Novels & Stories

The morale she has got is unmatchable. The radio was on and she was humming to the song playing as she drove at average speed. Finally, she drove into her driveway and put off the engine after parking. She got down with her phone in her right hand and her car key in her left hand and walked unbothered towards her apartment. She lives on the outskirts of Crystal Hills, a small town in Big Raven. This place only houses a few people that want a quiet place and one of them is Kristen. She has been here for five years after leaving home because her stepfather could not stop abusing her sexually.

I make a mental note to corner her later and force it out of her. "C'mon in ladies," Christine welcomes us with a smile on her face. Christine is the wife of Travis Steele, the communications/IT expert for Heaven Hill, and the sister of Jagger. She's about as deep into Heaven Hill as you can get without being born into the fold. Not only is she an awesome person though and through, but she also does amazing hair, and lately she's been taking chances with hers. I haven't seen her in a month or so, and I squeal excitedly when I see the black and purple she's got in her locks today.

She had been sure that they had made the right decision when they left the island, but two weeks later she wasn’t so sure anymore. Kristen had always known what she wanted from a very young age. She knew right from when she was ten years old that she wanted to work in the business world. She then proceeded to spend her entire life working towards it. Kristen knew sooner or later she would get married, but on setting an eye on Adrian Tremont, she knew he was not the man for her. She wanted a gentleman that would adore her to bits, not an arrogant bastard that didn’t know how to keep his temper. It was clear to her that she didn’t want to marry him. For the first time in her life, she was torn

She couldn’t just sit here, waiting for the worst. “Wait,” she said, her voice catching. “There’s… there’s something else I need to tell you.” Peterson turned back, his expression curious. “What is it?” Kristien took a deep breath, before speaking the words that had been haunting her for years. Something she never told neither her husband nor her kids. Only her grandmother knew. “I did it,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion. “I killed Mr. Winston. And I kidnapped Beatrix. But it wasn’t only because I wanted power. It was… It was because of what he did to me.”

Bryan nodded, "I will go take care of it right away." As he turned around, Kristian called out to him, "Wait." Bryan asked, "Kristian, what other instructions do you have?" Kristian pressed his temples and said, "You're just an artist's assistant, what can you investigate?" Bryan. “Finally, you remembered that I was an artist's assistant?" And you still treated me like Sherlock Holmes? Kristian took out his phone and dialed a number. "Investigate Karter," he said. "I want his recent call records, chat logs, and information on who he has met and his whereabouts. I need the results within two days."

“Now’s not a good time.” “What’s going on?” “Nothing,” she said, forcing a smile. “Why are you here?” I pushed past her, and she stumbled back, scrambling to grab a few things that looked like medication from the coffee table. She shoved them under the couch, her movements frantic. Her living room looked like there was someone there with her from the two glasses of wine I spotted but I chose to overlook it. I frowned. “What is that? What the hell are you hiding, Kristina?”

“Well, we don’t want to have any conversation…” Not letting her complete her sentence, I hastily said, “I feel like it’s been a long time since we met Tarry. Where have you been all this time?” Plunging back to her seat, Kriste rumbled, “Probably lying in one nook of his room watching porn.” “No one is porn sick like you, Miss Kristen!” he replied to her, once again looking down at us. “And I was out of town for some days. Returned just yesterday.” “That means you missed the event? How sad!”

Kristen smiled brightly. “Alpha Arkyn of Black mountain.” She said brightly bowing her head, her voice was shifted to more musical sounding. “Yes and who are you?” Arkyn smiled looking at it. “Lydia.” Kristen said acting shy. “Lydia what pack are you here with?” Arkyn asked her, looking at her like he recognized her, like he knew something was wrong. She had to act quickly. “I’m from-” Kristen stumbled forward. Arkyn drink splashed up over them and at that moment Kristen allowed the crystal dust to cover them. Arkyn caught her in his arms. Her face landed next to his ear.

Kristen didn't bother knocking as he unhurriedly barged into the office, startling the life out of the innocent doctor and a nurse whom he'd been making out with. “ Holy-” the doctor immediately stood up and now respectfully when he saw who that was but Kristen simply ignored him and the nurse rushed out of the office immediately leaving them all alone. “ Welcome, Lord Kristen.. are you here for treatment or counseling?” He asked but Kristen simply kept his eyes on the name plate in front of him and began trailing his fingers around it. “ I keep getting glimpses of events I don't remember doing.. I keep seeing people I don't remember meeting.” Kristen Nonchalantly spoke and the doctor nodded

However, at this moment, there was a rapid knock on the door. Kristen felt puzzled and she looked through the peephole, only to find that it was Anna. So, she opened the door. 'Sis...' 'What's wrong? Why are you so flustered?' Kristen asked, then Anna took out her mobile phone and handed it to her. 'Some gossip media exposed the photos of you and Elvis Sterling.' Kristen quickly took the phone, which was full of photos of her and Elvis. The title was 'Kristen's Love was Seemingly Exposed'