Kristen Archives Novels & Stories

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?”

Kristi, a 35-year-old wife and mom of two, waves goodbye to her family from the Visit From The Neighbors window. Her husband is taking the kids for a weekend camping trip. The car pulls away, and watching them go, she sighs. Kristi’s been waiting for a while for some good alone time. She goes back inside and turns on the stereo throughout the house and pours herself some wine and decides to take a nice swim. She rummages through her wardrobe to find her best bikini, and after wearing them, she glances at herself in the mirror, a two-piece she has not been able to fit into.

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.

"Yeah, I did… but..." "But what?" Maria asked, noticing the pause in her voice. Kristen sighed and leaned against the chair. "I just remembered. Most of my important stuff is still at the old place. My documents, my black shoes… even my notebook for work. I really need them before Monday." Maria frowned a little. "You didn’t bring them with you?" Kristen shook her head. "Everything happened so fast, and they were supposed to send them to me by now... oh my days, I need to go back there now."

Her meager connections really meant nothing against the Jastrows. The truth seemed destined to stay buried forever. That was what Kristen had always believed, so she had even changed careers because of it. Yet the young woman who approached her hadn't made promises or guarantees. She simply told Kristen to watch the trending topics and the Jastrows' downfall, then decide when to speak her truth. Only today did Kristen learn that the woman, who looked way more beautiful than any celebrity, was Aria Carver. She watched as the Jastrows went from dismissive to arrogantly apologetic, then to full damage control.

“Yeah okay, so what do you need help?” Kristen peered around her surroundings, there was nobody present except, Grace and her daughter who was still buried deep witj her phone. She leaned her mouth towards her ear, “It has to do with Davis’ company. A lot of other things added, his wealth in addition to be precise.” She whispered into her ears. “Now where should we start.” It was a rhetorical question asked by Kristen and directed to herself.

Kristine asked and went over to hug her friend. Kristine loved ancient history and stuff that came with it. Although she wasn’t a collector, she wrote journals on historical and rare artifacts. She also did some papers on archeological sites and luckily for Kristine, her best friend Camille was an archeologist. Whenever she had a job that concerned something of interest to Kristine, she took her along. This was such a time. Camille’s team had been contacted after a ruin was discovered which was believed to have some sort of ancient artifacts.

Holiday. Kristen doesn't care that she has her dates wrong. Mrs. Holiday should only be three or so months pregnant, but now she's going to be giving birth next month. The world warps around Kristen. For now, she's thinking of new stories to pen. She curls up wandering what sort of story she could write about the preacher's daughter. She can become a whore like her mother. A p**n star whore, maybe?

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.