Kristen Story Archive Novels & Stories

"I'd hate to intrude on your privacy, Kristen. thank you so much but I'd say..." Kristen stopped her by holding her hand, while shaking her head subtly. "Please I promise you're not a burden. you remind me of my little sister who died in the woods three years ago. She was like you, adventurous and wanting to see the outside world but unfortunately her curiosity killed her. She was attacked by rogues and died before My husband could get to her." Savannah felt her heart break at the pure sorrow in the woman's voice but at the same time she wanted to say that Kristen's sister was nothing like her and would take back those words if she knew Savannah's past. Savannah was a worthless maid who was

“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!”

She had been sure that they had made the right decision when they left the island, but two weeks later she wasn’t so sure anymore. Kristen had always known what she wanted from a very young age. She knew right from when she was ten years old that she wanted to work in the business world. She then proceeded to spend her entire life working towards it. Kristen knew sooner or later she would get married, but on setting an eye on Adrian Tremont, she knew he was not the man for her. She wanted a gentleman that would adore her to bits, not an arrogant bastard that didn’t know how to keep his temper. It was clear to her that she didn’t want to marry him. For the first time in her life, she was torn

He paused for a brief moment giving them a chance to ask a question. "Lord Kristen, Is it true you were involved in a fatal accident, one month ago?" A media personnel directed the question to Kristen while the cameras were rolling.. " I was never involved in an accident.. I left to take care of my businesses abroad one month ago.." He simply said and I nodded with a smile to support his motion.. " That's right.. my husband had been away for business.." I added and they began murmuring.. " Were you ever at the hospital because you'd Amnesia? Also what do you have to say about the video circulating around the internet that you can't remember your wife.." Someone asked once again they all held

Elena POV (Limited Third) Elena had not planned to tell all of it that night. She had planned to give the outline, the broad strokes, the version of the story that covered the necessary ground without requiring her to stand inside every room of it again. She had told this story to therapists and to one or two close friends in Milan and each time she had managed it with a certain professional distance, the way you describe a difficult project rather than a wound. But Krista was sitting beside her on the couch at half past midnight with her knees pulled up and her green eyes fixed on Elena's face with the complete and unguarded attention of someone who had been waiting for this specific inform

"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.

Kristin gasped and flinched away. Luca froze. "Kristin… what are you hiding?" Before she could answer, nausea slammed into her like a wave. Her stomach twisted violently, and without warning, she shoved him aside and ran to the bathroom. She barely made it before she collapsed in front of the toilet, emptying her stomach. Luca stood frozen in the doorway. His entire expression shifted—from frustration to realization. "Kristin," he said, his voice eerily calm. "Tell me the truth." She wiped her mouth, panting. "I—"

Krystal wants to shrink in her seat. "What?" She asks. Sarah stares a her, few seconds before she opens her mouth. "You mean to tell me that you only accepted the commission because you don't want to deal with Christian Giannini harassing you to be the designer of his apparent surprise wedding with Dolore?" Krystal scoffs. "Hey! Don't forget that Dolore is sweet and a dear fan. I can't exactly reject her request. She's been a fan since I started. She knew about my first collection."

Christine shot back, her eyes gleaming with defiance. From a young age, Christine knew her mother had been a victim of rape, her drink laced with a drug that left her unable to recall the horrifying details. The thought of being similarly violated by a stranger sent shivers down her spine, so she'd taken to carrying an antidote in her purse ever since she was a teenager.

Overwhelmed by elation, swarming inside her chest, Kirsten said, “I’m glad, I didn’t refuse him when he proposed to marry me.” For a while they had chatted until Gemma realized she was supposed not to disturb her work. Gemma left her alone so she could work. Kirsten resumed looking at the file that was sent to her by Matthew. There were over a thousand women that had been entangled with Gordon in the matter of more than a decade. Kirsten felt dizzy looking at the profile.