Kristen Stories Novels & Stories

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

“Well, we don’t want to have any conversation…” Not letting her complete her sentence, I hastily said, “I feel like it’s been a long time since we met Tarry. Where have you been all this time?” Plunging back to her seat, Kriste rumbled, “Probably lying in one nook of his room watching porn.” “No one is porn sick like you, Miss Kristen!” he replied to her, once again looking down at us. “And I was out of town for some days. Returned just yesterday.” “That means you missed the event? How sad!”

the bearded man griped, taking a big bite of his avocado toast. "The man who has her now is a lucky fellow." The other agreed, his eyes frozen on the girl on the screen. It was Kristen. " No wonder her father kept her hidden. I wish I was that lucky bastard Alexandre Gates." Neither of them knew; the person who was on the screen was the same woman serving them drinks. In the evening, Kristen strolled home, covering her face with a scarf. She cautiously flitted her eyes around to see that she was not followed. Even though she now lived in a small room in the slums of the city. Kristen was happy. She strolled down the streets, smiling broadly. The wind in her hair and the sand on her feet

I fully understand how rude it was to eavesdrop on other people's stories, but Nolan's words were like magic that kept me stay here. “The one who changed is you. Look back at all the good deeds you've done? You instigated Sienna to be aggressive with Rosalynn at work and locked her in a closed room even though she was afraid of the dark? Is this still you? You're not like the Kristen I know.” My eyes opened wide in surprise, I turned around to look at a man and a woman arguing. Kristen frowned and shrugged, “I'm just saving you from your own delusions. Nolan Kingston, you must return to your rightful place, fall in love and marry a woman worthy of you. Not the type of cheap woman who sells h

Good. “Names,” Viktor ordered. The first to step forward was a tall brunette with a scar across her cheek like she’d survived a bomb. She wore black cargo pants and combat boots like she meant business. “Kira,” she said in a flat voice. “Explosives. Don’t get in my fucking way.” I raised an eyebrow. “Try not to blow yourself up, and we’ll get along just fine.” She didn’t react. Ice cold. Next was a blonde with ceand ekbones sharp enough to cut glass and dark lipstick that screamed trouble. She looked like she enjoyed pain, mostly giving it.

It also makes my chest feel lighter because somehow, I forget a little about the big problem I'm facing right now. Fortunately, some people came to Leon to talk to him. I just stayed in my place while listening to their topic. It's about the disappearance of Maximo. There are others who greet me but they don't talk to me. That's better than them asking me anything. It's better to stay low-key tonight. "Lauren!" said Kristine who had just arrived. Along with her is aunt Divina who was dressed up. "Hello Kristine," I greeted. I knelt down and hugged her lightly. She's wearing a little black dress with crystals on the part of her chest. Her hair was in a ponytail and something else was hanging

“Well with your swollen lips, I don’t think it would have been much of a rescue” Amelia turned pink. ***** “Gosh, he’s a good fucker, he is so strong and huge and his abs, wow, they are so divine and he is a complete expert, he really knows how to give a girl what she wants” Kristen was telling the group of female secretaries- who blushed foolishly as she fed them info on her ‘date’ with Xavier- which by the way was a year ago. Kristen had chosen to gather the small group of hormonic female secretaries close to Amelia’s cabinet as she recounted the story, stretching the sexual part of the story long and picturesque that Amelia got it scrapped to her memory, forever.

"Good. And now, I'm going to fuck you hard and I want to hear you scream..." ***** If you would like to learn how Kirstie (Debbie) first met James and Michael, read 'Mastering the Virgin' And the story continues for Kirstie and Ryan when they return in 'Charlotte's Search' (Part Three - 'The Sin Of The Parent')

“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.

Blue: Kristen walked through the trade lands. The red sand kicked up into her shoes. She grumbled as the wind kicked it up around her. The two soldiers she brought with her walked behind her looking about. It had been so long since she had left the pack land. Arkyn liked her to stay close. Now she was casted aside for a mindless useless task. She hated Alice, every part of her wished she would just disappear. Kristen walked through the trade tents her hands clenched in fist as she was looking for a fabric tent or dress shop. They had made a quick stop in the town before the trading post. She had pretended to not be feeling well in order to send word to Red River. The boy at the gas station