Kristen Stories Novels & Stories

“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.

Kristen? She let out a loud hiss. "I am not here to see you, smart mouth." She directed her gaze at Brandon who I caught stifling a chuckle a while ago while staring at me. "I am leaving tomorrow for an emergency business trip. So, I am pulling out of whatever game they paired us with." She stated, giving Brandon a condescending gaze that got me shaking my head while my gaze flickered to Kristen. I gave him an is-this-the-best-you-can-do look for a few seconds, noting his helpless sigh before looking away.

Nana Joyce slams her fist against the table before continuing. "Kristen having a second mate while she's still mated to you. Her mate tried to kill you and then took off with her. She killed him, drove his dead body back here to reconcile with you, and now this? She's going insane from her so-called mate's ghost, and now she's shutting herself from everyone?" She concludes and glares at me icily. And I can feel my anger riling up because I didn't expect this from my own grandmother. "Maybe you shouldn't talk like that, Grandmother. Kristen is my wife, my mate, mother of Aiden, Luna of this pack, and your granddaughter-in-law,"

"You're truly a devil in human child flesh!!" Kristi was quietly making breakfast for the three of them, feeling guilty for scolding her son. When she first came to this foreign country where she knew no one, it was really tough for her, about four and a half years ago. She had nothing. Her initial job was cleaning here and there for living. She worked day and night. Later, thanks to her talent, she landed a cooking job in a small restaurant. Her income was below average, and she was all alone with nobody to rely on.

The moment she opened her eyes, the emptiness hit her like a tidal wave. She moved her hand to her stomach. Nothing. A sob tore through her throat. Luca was sitting beside her, his hands clasped together, his face unreadable. She turned to him, her voice barely above a whisper. "Luca…" His jaw tightened. "Why didn’t you tell me?" Tears slipped down her cheeks. "I was waiting for the right time… I didn’t want to add to the chaos." Luca let out a slow, harsh breath. "You lied to me, Kristin."

he answered almost immediately and her breath hitched, “my database comes from people’s speculations. It can be false, I want to know your story. I will only believe what you say.” Tears stung the corners of her eyes, but Kiara immediately wiped them away while chanting to herself that they were just words. Kristen was also good at speaking. Clearing her throat, she shrugged. “The story is not any different from what your database said, my parents were killed and I was sent out of my pack for killing them.” She tried to say it as nonchalantly as she could, but her voice cracked at the end and she found herself clutching the locket on her neck.

The one people had started making stories about. Her steps quickened until she reached the familiar lecture hall, where Kristen sat sprawled out on her usual seat with her tablet, chewing on the end of her pen. Kristen looked up the moment Maxine entered, and her whole face lit up. "There’s my baby mama," she said teasingly, standing and throwing her arms around Maxine in a warm, protective hug. "Everyone’s looking," Maxine muttered into her shoulder. "Let them," Kristen whispered back. "You’re stunning and glowing and a literal goddess. They’re just jealous."

I suddenly felt conscious and a little bit nervous sitting beside Steve while he just looked calm and composed. “Any movie you want to watch? Perhaps any Korean movies or series just like what Clara likes?” Then we both laughed at what he said. Truly, Clara is a die-hard fan of Korean series. But not like her; I don’t like Korean series; well, it’s actually watching that I don’t like to do. That’s why I really can’t get myself why I’m now sitting with Steve on a huge sofa to watch a movie. “I’m not a fan of watching movies,” I shyly confessed, and he just chuckled.

she asked. “She’s from Glenwood; I was right, she’s a farmer’s daughter.” “Just that?” “There’s more.” Parker paused, and Ophelia, curious, waited to hear what he had to say. “Kristin isn’t as innocent as she claims.” “Break it down,” Ophelia commanded. “She has a child,” Parker said. “Child as in…?” “Kristin got pregnant after a one-night stand with a man on the night of her freshman party at her new college in the Philippines; she is a single mom with a six-year-old daughter,” Parker broke the news.

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.”