Kristen S Archives Novels & Stories

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.

Goddess, she tried so hard not to make this about her, but d@mn it, she is drowning; how was she to feel about all this, really and truly? However, Christen did not mean to give any bad vibes or attitude. At least she did not plan to. It just happened earlier. She honestly tried hard, but she couldn't help it. When she laid eyes on Aubrianne, she saw Athalia. Christen had never met her before, but she had found thousands of pictures of Athalia on her husband's phone. There were even more pictures of her and HIM. Nevertheless, that face took her to a dark place quicker than expected. But she believed she acted poised and warm enough to come off unbothered.

"Of course." Ariel looked toward the woman. "That is…" Kristen stood and extended her hand to Ariel. Her sharp yet elegant gaze carried the composure of someone seasoned by experience. "You must be Ms. Walker from Faye Tech. I'm Kristen Ulmer from Yeager Group." A flicker of surprise crossed Ariel's eyes. Kristen Ulmer? That was the legendary figure behind Yeager Group. She was nearly 50 now, but time hadn't left a single mark on her face.

I did not know that this is the end of everything. "No problem because I'm now done with you! And thanks, by the way." She said coldly. What do I expect from her? She's Kristine Aragon, after all. Respected and admired, whether women or men or even part of LGBTQ +. She is the woman who wants the attention she gets from the people who admire her. Me? I am the only Sofia Lorie Andres, Kristine's great best friend, hoping that we will eventually have a real relationship.

Kristen smiled brightly. “Alpha Arkyn of Black mountain.” She said brightly bowing her head, her voice was shifted to more musical sounding. “Yes and who are you?” Arkyn smiled looking at it. “Lydia.” Kristen said acting shy. “Lydia what pack are you here with?” Arkyn asked her, looking at her like he recognized her, like he knew something was wrong. She had to act quickly. “I’m from-” Kristen stumbled forward. Arkyn drink splashed up over them and at that moment Kristen allowed the crystal dust to cover them. Arkyn caught her in his arms. Her face landed next to his ear.

I saw Kristina leave her house after a few hours. She looks cute wearing her high waist dark blue square pants paired with a vintage white shirt. She had colorful pastel socks to match her all white sneakers. I guess she's going to the library to study. ...Kevin will probably be there too. Ah, he is really serious about his feeling for Kristina. This is annoying as hell. I watched her as she walks away.

Kristen chuckles as she raises her legs up, sways them side by side, and looks at me with a wicked grin. "I met someone older, he looks better than you and smells wonderful. And guess what? He fucks better than you, too!" She guffaws like a donkey. Is she referring to me? My mind is stunned with confusion. "His dick is a massive instrument of pleasure, and the cap of it is awfully pink, drips with cum too," Kristen's laughter stops, and she sighs like an overfed infant, "But he's not mine, Darren. Despite the fact that we are mates, he's the Alpha of the Greyhound pack, and he's married to my mother." She slams her fists into the bed, sits upright, and lets out a strangled scream.

It wouldn’t be good for her to go charging right now. “I am Kristen Bridger,” Kristen stated clearly. “Though I know I look young. I am over the age of eighteen and have been since Gregor and I were involved. So I do not understand why this is anyone’s business but ours.” “I see.” The older man said as Kristen took a seat and waited for Greg to give the man the paperwork to prove what she said. “I was told by way of the rumors that you were younger than that and pregnant as well.”

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.

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.