Kristen S Archives Novels & Stories

Jacob sat down beside her and pulled her into a hug. Kristen and I started going through the paperwork and signing different forms. Some of it was for the club, others were for our events like prom, luna ceremonies and even the Halloween bash. Kristen had designed some amazing invitations that she showed me. “Do you still have all the addresses?” “I do. They are at home on my computer. Do you want to ship these to my house or do you want me to email you the list? It is in a printing format so all you have to do is put in the labels and hit print.”

“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.”

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'

“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.”

“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.

"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?”

Confidence radiating from every pore. "Kristine!" George stood and pulled her into a hug. "This is Dr. Sarah Blake. Sarah, this is my girlfriend, Kristine Davis." Sarah's smile was warm and genuine. "It's so wonderful to meet you! George talks about you constantly." "Nice to meet you too." They sat down and ordered. Sarah immediately started asking Kristine about her work. "George mentioned you're a Creative Director? That's fascinating. What kind of projects do you work on?"

Matthew's voice interrupted her. "Tell that moron you're not a miss!" Kristen shouted into the headset.18 I whispered to him on the phone: "I'm going to shut up now and we'll talk later." She hung up and Kristen got angry as she entered with him to see that simple office.. Some pictures were hanging on the wall and they contained bones and x-rays.