Kristen Archives Stories Novels & Stories

I fully understand how rude it was to eavesdrop on other people's stories, but Nolan's words were like magic that kept me stay here. “The one who changed is you. Look back at all the good deeds you've done? You instigated Sienna to be aggressive with Rosalynn at work and locked her in a closed room even though she was afraid of the dark? Is this still you? You're not like the Kristen I know.” My eyes opened wide in surprise, I turned around to look at a man and a woman arguing. Kristen frowned and shrugged, “I'm just saving you from your own delusions. Nolan Kingston, you must return to your rightful place, fall in love and marry a woman worthy of you. Not the type of cheap woman who sells h

“Well with your swollen lips, I don’t think it would have been much of a rescue” Amelia turned pink. ***** “Gosh, he’s a good fucker, he is so strong and huge and his abs, wow, they are so divine and he is a complete expert, he really knows how to give a girl what she wants” Kristen was telling the group of female secretaries- who blushed foolishly as she fed them info on her ‘date’ with Xavier- which by the way was a year ago. Kristen had chosen to gather the small group of hormonic female secretaries close to Amelia’s cabinet as she recounted the story, stretching the sexual part of the story long and picturesque that Amelia got it scrapped to her memory, forever.

Pastor Green and his son visited the convent as often as the pastor brought his daughter, and it wasn't long before Max was bringing his pregnant mother, but that's another story. * * * Kristen finishes cumming, smiling. "Great story!" She needs another. Maybe something involving her little sister Britney. She hasn't written about her in a while. Kristen ponders that next story, unaware she hasn't left her bedroom other than to eat and use the restroom in two months.

she asked. “She’s from Glenwood; I was right, she’s a farmer’s daughter.” “Just that?” “There’s more.” Parker paused, and Ophelia, curious, waited to hear what he had to say. “Kristin isn’t as innocent as she claims.” “Break it down,” Ophelia commanded. “She has a child,” Parker said. “Child as in…?” “Kristin got pregnant after a one-night stand with a man on the night of her freshman party at her new college in the Philippines; she is a single mom with a six-year-old daughter,” Parker broke the news.

That one made me choke on my coffee. We chat while we finish our coffee, Christine invites me to come over to the pack house to look through their archives. She tells me that if we can get some ideas, she can get some more resources at work, and we might be able to figure out what made me the way that I am. I am honest with her when I tell her that I am not sure that I am interested in opening up that door.

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.

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.

he answered almost immediately and her breath hitched, “my database comes from people’s speculations. It can be false, I want to know your story. I will only believe what you say.” Tears stung the corners of her eyes, but Kiara immediately wiped them away while chanting to herself that they were just words. Kristen was also good at speaking. Clearing her throat, she shrugged. “The story is not any different from what your database said, my parents were killed and I was sent out of my pack for killing them.” She tried to say it as nonchalantly as she could, but her voice cracked at the end and she found herself clutching the locket on her neck.

“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!”

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.”