Novel & Cerita Kristen Archives

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'

The silence that followed was brittle. “So,” Ken said finally, trying to break it. “We’re tightening patrols tonight. Found more tracks near the southern wing.” “Good,” Kristen replied shortly. “Double the watch near the archives. I don’t trust anyone near that area.” My pulse spiked. Archives. That was where the missing scrolls had been taken. Arden picked up his cup, swirling the liquid idly. “Perhaps you should worry less about the borders and more about what’s happening inside.” Kristen’s eyes snapped to him. “What are you implying?”

Lena's POV I was arranging the files on Lucian’s desk when Kristen walked in. “Hi,” she said casually, leaning against the doorframe like she owned the place. “Hi,” I replied without looking up. “I’m just arranging the files here.” Lucian glanced between us, clearly sensing something but choosing not to interrupt. Kristen smiled, slow and deliberate. “Well actually, I didn’t come for Mr Valentino.” Her eyes slid to me. “I came for you, Lena.”

Kyle wondered. Kristen and the others were wondering that at home as well. "Summer, getting the footage from the school is one thing, but where did you get the other stuff?" Henry asked, pointing to the case files and mediation records Summer had shown during the press conference. "Yeah, I don't even have those myself," Kristen said emotionally. She had never imagined that this matter could ever be cleared up. In fact, one of the reasons she'd refrained from making a comeback for so many years was because of that.

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.

See you then. Kristen

Kristen said, looking deep at him “then why give me this power in the first place?” Mr Creed looked at her in silence, unable to respond. He slowly shook his head without without showing any expression. “I’ll take my leave then,” Kristen said softly. She bowed her head slightly and walked toward the house. As she disappeared through the doorway, Mr Creed smirked to himself. “This is indeed Amara’s child,” he muttered with a chuckle then laughed again, louder this time, before heading back to his car and driving off quickly. Inside, Naomi met Kristen just as she entered the hallway. Kristen handed her a small note silently and continued upstairs.

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The room was empty, and yet it felt like it was watching her. Kristen moved with purpose now. She checked every shelf, every drawer. Most of them were filled with books or files, bank statements, business papers, property deeds. Cold. Clinical. Nothing personal. But she wasn’t looking for money or power. She was looking for pain. For the source of the storm that brewed inside Carlo's eyes. It took nearly an hour. She moved around the desk, dragging herself to the floor, pressing on the panels beneath the lower shelf, searching for any uneven edge.

“What do you mean you did something terrible?” Crystal swallowed hard. The confession clawed its way up to her throat. “I have… been in contact with Rissa.” She choked. Kristen froze. She almost laughed, hoping her ears were playing tricks on her. “Wait… hold on.” She paused. “Please tell me it’s not the same Rissa. Not Briella’s evil sister.” Crystal’s shaky nod said it all it. Kristen’s chest caved in. “What did she ask you?” Kristen’s voice was careful, almost pleading, searching for a good answer... something that would prove Crystal wasn’t going to turn out to be a traitor, but Kristen’s gut already knew, Crystal’s face said it all.