Kristen Stories Novels & Stories

the host added, a playful pause hanging in the air. Lena’s smile widened. "Well... we're not rushing with anything more right now. But we just got back from our honeymoon a week ago. Who knows? Maybe I’m already pregnant!" she giggled lightly, rubbing her tummy playfully. Kristen’s breath caught in her throat as the words hit her. She swallowed hard, her heart sinking. She stood there for a long moment, staring at the screen, before she slowly raised a hand to her own stomach. Her fingers hovered there for a while.

It was like a murky layer had been removed from his eyes, allowing him to see things clearer. “Count Dracula finally rises. Muhahah!” Reaching the ground floor, Anderson was greeted by a familiar exaggerated voice. Anderson turned to a pretty dark-skinned teen feeding an eight-year-old girl seated on her lap. Kira: That was her name. She was the third sixteen-year-old and friend of Anderson and Carson in the orphanage. She gave Anderson the brightest smile he had ever seen in a while. It was surprising coming from someone who knew in her heart of hearts she would probably never get adopted and would have to go out and find a way to fend for herself.

KRISTEN Yes, something happened... something I never envisaged... I smiled at Edith. "How do you know that something happened?" "People don't just shut love away like this. Something must have happened." I had no idea I had finished my food until I dug into the plate and lifted an empty spoon. I let the spoon go. "And how do you know I shut love away?" I asked. Am I a glass fence? "Kristen, I'm not a baby, you know. I hear and see things. It's clear that you push people women away when you learn that they love you," she said like a professional, giving me her utmost attention.

Kory was engrossed with her phone she was totally oblivious to the discussion taking place beside her. “What! How! When! Why didn’t you inform us? How did it happen?” Grace lipped out in pure awe, terror expressed wildly on her face. Kristen doesn’t want her knowing about her kidnapping and all she went through, she invited her a reason. And she doesn’t have to know the truth before urging to carry out her part in her plan. Her twisted version of the truth to what justified her disappearance is all the nudge she needed to get Grace to do her bid.

Kristina met her granddaughter's gaze head on, praying to God that Kathryn Ice would see the truth she lived for. " No. " - Kristina Kathryn Ice started walking towards her, and Kristina found herself beside anxiety. Had she said something wrong? Was Kathy mad? Kathy drop her knees. " Darling, was is it? " - Kristina, let out a cry of dismay. " If you're not lying to me... " - Kathryn Ice, words were a fragile whisper. Kristina paled. Kathy's body trembled so hard it was as if Kristina's granddaughter was struggling against the vilest demons inside her.

Kristen asked while staring at me coldly. I felt my eyes tear up as I tried not to directly into those intimidating eyes of his.. “ What do you mean, Kris? This woman is your wife..” Stefan stared at him with a frown but Kristen simply laughed and looked at the three of us like some sort of clowns.. “ What do you mean my wife? I never got married to anyone.. I broke up with Iris last week and I don't remember getting married to that loser..” Kristen said without hesitation and it felt like time had slowed down as we all stared at ourselves in shock..

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.”

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.

She got down with her phone on the right hand and her car key on the left hand and walked unbotheredly towards her apartment. She lives at the outskirts of Crystal Hills, a small town in Big Raven. This place only house few people that wants a quiet place and one of them is Kristen. She has been here for five years after leaving home because her step father could not stop abusing her sexually. Kristen told her mom severally but she would choose her husband over her and when she could not bear the shame, pain and stigma, she left home and cuts every ties with the family. Her stepfather had raped her at fourteen and had continued to abuse her for complete three years. She left when she was sev

“Kristen?” “Can we talk? Somewhere private?” “Yeah. Come on.” He led her to the storage room behind the café. It was quiet, smelled like coffee and cardboard. She didn’t sit. She couldn’t. Her body was too full of nervous energy. “Alright,” he said gently. “What’s going on?” Kristen looked at him, then just let it all out. She told him everything. From the beginning. Her forced marriage. The threats from Carolina. The warning from Bernice. The secret she didn’t even fully understand. Her voice was calm, but her hands wouldn’t stop moving.