Kristen Story Archive の小説・ストーリー

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.

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.

"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's going on here? What's all this fuss about?" When the crowd heard Kristen's voice, they immediately turned around. "Kristen!" Before anyone could say anything, Martha sprawled on the ground and started to wail loudly. "Kristen, please save me. Ms. Hartford is trying to kill me!" Kristen walked over and looked at Martha before she looked at Summer. "What happened?" Summer looked at Kristen and said, "I just happened to be using the restroom when I overheard her and Ms. Claude gossiping outside. I was afraid they'd deny it, so I recorded it on my phone.

Kristen said, "Over ten years ago? That's a long time and I can't seem to place which event was. I have helped many people over the years and it is hard to remember everyone." "I figured," Kristen agreed, "It's a bad past and a story I don't like to talk about, that was why I suggested that I will tell you about it later. But it's fine, I don't have to hide it any longer." She glanced at me and I smiled back at her fondly and reassuringly, nudging her to continue,

Holiday. Kristen doesn't care that she has her dates wrong. Mrs. Holiday should only be three or so months pregnant, but now she's going to be giving birth next month. The world warps around Kristen. For now, she's thinking of new stories to pen. She curls up wandering what sort of story she could write about the preacher's daughter. She can become a whore like her mother. A p**n star whore, maybe?

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.

I bet they were trying to know the people who were just called. Everyone except Karina and Kristen. Karina was shell-shocked as she glanced from me to Kristen. Kristen's fianceé sprang up to her feet, causing me to flinch lightly. Her murderous gaze was on the woman, whose gaze was focused on the event list, probably to start from where she stopped— as though she hadn't just dropped the bomb. "I came to this resort to spend some quality time with my fiancé and you are pairing him with another, huh?" Murmurs ensued at the table.

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.”

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