Kristi Christensen Novels & Stories

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?

Nicole stopped and turned to me. “Please girl. We see how Jensen watches you.” Now it was my turn to laugh. “Come on guys. He is just doing his job.” They both laughed and then grabbed a few things to go try on. He was just doing his job, right? I looked up and saw Jensen standing outside the store staring at me. His eyes were fixed on me as I was watching him. He flashed me a grin as I started to walk around out of his sight. I stopped in front of the lingerie section and started looking. Maybe I will find something nice for him. I mean it wasn’t like there was no attraction there, maybe I just need to push a little. My hand stopped on the perfect outfit. It was a red bra, with a red thong

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

I would be completely irresponsible to let that happen. Kristi snuck a glance at Ethan and blushed. She looked to Xander but did not blush. I found that interesting because it was usually the both of them that caused blushing. She apparently had a crush on our dear Beta. “Alpha, thank you for inviting us to dinner. Emma, thank you for your help today. It truly means a lot,” she said. Kristi’s arms were around Brian’s shoulders. She was dressed in a nice little sky-blue sun dress that showed just how beautiful she truly was. Kristi could definitely pass as a model with her long legs and perfect hourglass figure.

Greyson “Oh, yes, Sir, I’m flexible. I take yoga classes. It really helps with my flexibility.” She ran an unnervingly long red talon up her smooth, orange leg, thrusting her cosmetically enhanced tits out and continued waffling about yoga. It’s not what I had in mind when I asked if she was flexible after explaining the position involved occasional travel. Ever since I agreed to that damn interview for a vacuous gossip rag, money grabbing harlots like the one toying with her scrawny legs in my office plagued my life. I should have guessed they'd infiltrate my professional life when Mabel announced her intention to retire. And I should've known better than to mention my deep craving for a re

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Hank stutters while standing up as she lays a kiss on his lips. “I told you that I was meeting the girls today, who is this?” She asks sweetly as she looks at me. “Uh she is my closest friend, I was just catching up with her, also inviting her to our wedding.” He rambles as I look at him with disbelief. “Oh of course, you should definitely come to the wedding.” She says, maintaining the perfect beautiful smile as I can’t help but gaze at that beautiful dress that held her petite body. This woman is a goddess.

If only her father is alive, then Erebor would be happy to unfold how her existence is a special case than any werewolves. "If only I can change my fate, then that would be truly amazing, no?" she whispered along with a smile breaking out on her lips. "Yeah..." Croft shook his head and chuckled lightly. "If only, Tatiana." Croft will forever supports his sister no matter what it takes. Only death can make him leave her side. "Whatever thought I have was slowly deviating my firm beliefs. Is this still normal?" Erebor almost chokes from his drink. None of her was normal in the first place but he chose to keep those thoughts inside his head.

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."

Probably barely reached his chest. Mona let out a nervous laugh, tucking a loose curl behind her ear. "You, uh... you look better in person," she blurted out before she could stop herself. Her eyes widened in horror. "I mean! Not that you don't look good in the picture! Just, uh... yeah. You're really... um... handsome." Kane laughed. A deep, genuine laugh. His heart did something funny in his chest. This was different. Most women acted composed , confident and calculated, knowing exactly what to say to get his attention. But Mona? She was pure. Flustered. Adorable in a way he hadn't encountered in a long time.