Kristi Christensen Novels & Stories

A wave of guilt consumed me as I continued. "The sacrifice needs to be a woman who is pregnant for this to work correctly, but I don't expect you to. We can try to make it work with anyone who volunteers." Cries of anguish and fear filled the room. To my surprise, one woman stood up. My heart ached as I watched her, her head held high as she moved forward. Many gasped as she stepped toward the front, parting to let her through. Creed and I stared at her in disbelief; it wasn't' something we expected. Many gave her a nod and bowed their heads as she walked forward. "I Rachel Bloodstone, wife and mate of Phillip Bloodstone volunteer." She shouted

And unlike her other birthdays, we will be having a very special guest coming to celebrate with us. This guest is her brother, who will be arriving all the way from the United States. Christine's brother is Calvin Gyamfi, better known as the CEO of Daniels Corporation. It baffles me how wealthy Christine's background is despite her being so humble. I have never met him in real life, but I know of him from social media (and sometimes on the news).

" He repiled "Shane what wrong with you? She asked amazed. shane just yell back at her and never cared?? Cause of that girl? He ignore her and pick his car key and heading out. **** Kristina pov Finally we came down from the plane just with business file in my hand bag i don't understand how we are going to spend three weeks here with no dress at all. I breath in the fresh air in,"not bad" i murmured. "M.s kristna" "Mr walter's?" she repiled

Natasha paused for a while and complained, "The real person is standing right here. Why are you watching the variety show? You might as well just look at me!" "No, no, no, no. I am watching the variety show to see if you have cooperated with any male celebrities or handsome young guys in the past." "Why are you watching this?" Natasha immediately felt that something was wrong. Why did it seem that Silly Christin was trying to catch an adulterer? Christin thought to himself, "She hasn't been too intimate with any handsome young guys in the past, right?" Natasha kept thinking back about it in her mind, but she was not sure of it herself either. She was a child celebrity and had been working fo

Zach said, recognizing her. "Photojournalist," she corrected. "I'm Krista Hill. I work for Mr. Johnson, the promoter." "You get any good shots?" Zach asked. "Yep," Krista replied, nodding. "Unfortunately, they don't make you look very good." "I fucked up," Zach sighed. "I was surprised that you let that kick get over your guard," Krista said. "I thought you were better than that." "You understand fighting?" Zach asked. "A bit," Krista replied. "Enough to do my job. Were you distracted or something? You usually have much better defense."

She finally signed the divorce papers and left. Although Kristen and Natalie aren't alike, even though they're both mother and daughter. Natalie was loud, bold, and had a jovial spirit. Kristen is the total opposite. Quietly reserved, placid, and cool-headed. Natalie is 5 '10 feet tall with generous blonde hair with long legs. Kristen on the other hand is 5'4, more feminine with subtle curves and she dyed her blonde hair black. Now I don't want to remember her legs because each time I do, I fantasize about her naked body and it's not even the right thing to do when she's yet to wake up from her vegetative state.

“The way she works with the needles, I could say that she did this not just today but for a long time already.” Out of the blue, a famous figure commented on Kristel’s live streaming on her I* account. “Oh, my gosh! Meryl Hanes is praising our Goddess Kristel!” “Is this account legit? Is she really New York’s number one designer Meryl Hanes?” “It was truly her because I followed her official socmeds!” “Not to mention that this live stream is the amazing anonymous designer Moirae!” “You are right. I’ve been following Moirae’s I* for several years already, and I’m too curious about who Moirae is in real life. Now I know she is Kristel Pearson!”

I said, reaching for my phone. “What are you saying?” Allen snapped. “This isn't Joan…why would I be sleeping with your wife?” “Then ask her to take off her mask,” I shouted. “She can have the voice but not the face.” Allen turned to the lady. “I am sorry but she can't, this isn't Joan and that is what matters…what are you doing?” I moved closer to the girl but Allen stepped in the way. “She is my mistress…nothing more.” “I can't believe you actually have a mistress…I am putting an end to this charade…I am calling that Old man to explain that his granddaughter didn't do anything.”

That made me chuckle again and get a confused look from my brothers, I only shook my head letting them know I will tell them later. She ran towards him making him shift at once and try to block her attack but it was no use. She was too fast and too strong for him to be able to fight back. It was over in minutes his blood dripped down her mouth and she was covered in it over her head, shoulders and front paws. His mate was screaming from feeling him dying, Kenny shifted back and stomped over to her slapping her hard bringing her screaming to a complete stop. She was still fuming and her anger could be felt for miles I was sure, "You sat in that pack house pretending to be this packs Luna, tur

"How dare she? After everything we’ve done for her!" "I don’t know what to do, Mom," Christine continued, her tone pitiful. "The media is crucifying me. People are canceling endorsements, and the board is questioning my position at HB Industries. I… I feel so helpless." Laura’s heart broke at the sound of her daughter’s anguish. Christine had always been her pride and joy, the perfect image of grace and charm. She couldn’t bear to see her daughter brought low by Eva, that ungrateful thorn in their side.