Kristen S Archives Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“I’ll pay for it. We need to go all out for this thing, Aria.” The shopkeeper, a cheerful older woman, steps forward, ready to take the dress. As they head to the counter, the door swings open, and in walks Mason’s secretary, Kristen. She’s wearing a professional black skirt and blouse combo, her heels clicking loudly on the floor. Her eyes flick over to Mason and Aria, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her face before she smiles tightly. “Oh, Mason,” Kristen says, her voice almost too sweet. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” She looks at Aria, then back at Mason. “You really do have excellent taste. A beautiful choice for the fundraiser.”

“So what? Just admit it. Didn’t you say I’m your boyfriend in front of Ethan yesterday?” Kristen felt she had encountered an unreasonable man. She simply ignored Elvis and got into the minivan to leave the set. The company Kristen signed with was TNK Group now, so she went back to shoot there. As soon as she arrived at the company, she was surrounded by fans one after another. “Miss Healey, can we take a photo?” “Miss Healey, may I have your autograph?” Kristen agreed and fulfilled her fans’ requests. Upstairs, Ethan was informed by Jacob that Kristen had arrived at TNK Group. This advertisement photo was not necessarily a must-take today. He just couldn’t find any other reason to call her o

We exchanged smiles, and she mouthed "you can do this." Yeah, I can do it. This project is my baby after all. Before I could make it to the platform, Kristen swiftly crossed the room and positioned herself right beside Max. He gave her a puzzled look, but handed her the microphone regardless. "Thank you, Max." Kirsten sent him a quick smile and turned to the crowd. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Kirsten Emery, and I'm a senior architect in Triad. I'm here today to introduce you to this amazing project that I developed together with Mark Atwood." She locked eyes with me as she delivered the last part.

“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.

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.”

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"Wait. Isn't he talking about the same sweet blood Mrs. Morgan keeps calling and pestering for us to find? I heard she found her yesterday though" Kristen was breathing really hard now. Her whole body was visibly shaking. "What's her surname?" She muttered. "Tessa Links" He replied. "No... It's impossible. How is it f*cking possible?" Kristen shook her head and quickly called Doris. She wasn't picking up... "No, Please, No!" Kristen screamed and ran out.

I’d noticed it then, how the color made her eyes look colder than usual. I bent to pick up the fabric, my fingers trembling. Behind me, Arden’s voice was low. “Do you recognize it?” “Yes.” My throat was dry. “But Kristen can’t know yet. Not until I’m sure.” He nodded once, approval flickering in his gaze. “Good. Keep it quiet.” We spent the next few minutes helping the warriors gather the scattered files. Kristen arrived shortly after, disheveled and irritated, still in his work clothes. His eyes swept over the mess, then to me. “What happened?”