Kristen S Archives Novels & Stories

Amelia voiced out the question on her mind. “Look, three o’clock” Diana responded and Amelia looked directly at her right, glancing through the many faces to see the lady called ‘Kristen’ who really hated her so much to start a rumour so degrading and then their eyes met. It was the same woman her husband had fucked. She was sure that only could be the Kristen. The bi...witch smirked directly at her clearing every thin thread of doubt she had about who had spread the rumour. “I’m sorry” Dianna apologised.

Going down to grab one of the folders, I quickly noticed the title of the first one I grabbed. Seeking Arrangements. My curiosity got the best of me as I grabbed the folder and opened it to the first page. I looked over the page and saw a young girl's profile. She was a pretty brunette, with bright eyes and tan skin. Hey! My name is KKKristina,and I am 21 years old and new to the area. I am outgoing, caring, and adventurous. I am looking for something llong-term andomething that pays rather well. I can do anything from escorting to events to being exclusive. Hope to hear from you soon.

“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!”

"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."

He paused for a brief moment giving them a chance to ask a question. "Lord Kristen, Is it true you were involved in a fatal accident, one month ago?" A media personnel directed the question to Kristen while the cameras were rolling.. " I was never involved in an accident.. I left to take care of my businesses abroad one month ago.." He simply said and I nodded with a smile to support his motion.. " That's right.. my husband had been away for business.." I added and they began murmuring.. " Were you ever at the hospital because you'd Amnesia? Also what do you have to say about the video circulating around the internet that you can't remember your wife.." Someone asked once again they all held

He paused for a brief moment giving them a chance to ask a question. "Lord Kristen, Is it true you were involved in a fatal accident, one month ago?" A media personnel directed the question to Kristen while the cameras were rolling.. " I was never involved in an accident.. I left to take care of my businesses abroad one month ago.." He simply said and I nodded with a smile to support his motion.. " That's right.. my husband had been away for business.." I added and they began murmuring.. " Were you ever at the hospital because you'd Amnesia? Also what do you have to say about the video circulating around the internet that you can't remember your wife.." Someone asked once again they all held

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.

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

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."

You want some coffee, I'll make one for you after you take a bath. "Okay, wait for me then," Kristina hurriedly went to the bathroom and take a quick bath. Kristina wore her royal blue bikini already then topped it with her yellow floral spaghetti strap dress wherein her luminous skin was very much exposed. She attracts her men's colleagues when she walked in front of them making Luther grit his teeth. She matched her look with her summer hat and big round shades. She looked like a model ramping on the runway when she walks.