Kristi Christensen Novels & Stories

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Mason swallows hard, stammering, “Brielle—she was… she was just a mistake. A weak moment.” “I didn’t know about the kids,” he blurts, desperate now. No response. Just the quiet hum of judgment settling like smoke in the air. Finally, he points behind him, voice shaking with indignation. “Kristen—Kristen’s obsessed with me. You know how she is!” From a shadowed corner, Kristen steps into view—disheveled, red dress twisted at the hem, mascara slightly smeared. She leans against the column, arms folded, a faint, satisfied smirk playing on her lips.

One was an angel, and the other was the evil twin. She just finished dancing. Her denim ripped short pulled up, showing the viewers of her long shaped legs and a piece of gorgeous round arse. She sat back in front of the screen, making her warm and seductive eyes shone on the camera. I was one hundred percent it was Westley. Her hair right now was a wig. It didn’t look lively on the screen. She was using contact lenses, and this time, it was gray. Sindy Kate was typing an answer to her viewers.

“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.

Diego asked in surprise when the two completely disappeared from their sight. "Maybe they have a new investor?" Stephen answered. "Kristie is with Sir Ace, eh. So, maybe there will be a meeting with the board." She rolled her eyes upon hearing Kristie's name. That woman really has the ability to annoy her all the time. "Kristie is great, isn't she? Multi tasker," Stephen complimented the woman when they were seated near the glass wall of the cafeteria. "A Chief Marketing Executive, and also looks like an Executive Assistant whenever she's with Sir Spade. For sure she will become the employee of the year."

The muscles around her jaw tightened. "No joke, Mr. Rowell. And I don't appreciate your comments." She took a step forward and held out her hand. "Krista Gauthier. Everyone calls me Kris. That's K-R-I-S. Not C-H-R-I-S. And, yes, I'm the leader of this team."

He whispered back a little bit loudly. “Ok, Ok Ian, come here. We shouldn’t tire her.” The young woman came in front of us and took Ian from me. She was very beautiful; about my height, with black raven hair and light green eyes. Ian’s hair was black like hers, but his eyes were a little darker. She extended her hand. “I am Christianna Keaton, nice to meet you…” She stopped mid-track. I swear she wanted to address me as Luna, too, but she didn’t know if she should or not. She glanced at David, who was shaking his head.

“And really, these lower-level demons don’t put up much of a fight. I didn’t even have to summon my familiars for help.” “That’s good.” Kristy shudders and flips the lock, opening up the store to the general public. Two customers come in by the time she gets back to the counter. Kristy and I met years ago, and while we both have magical powers, we’re quite different. Which is why we make such good friends. Kristy is a pacifist. She likes making love potions, healing balms, and good luck charms. She spends her spare time gardening and watches nothing but HGTV. But cross her, hurt someone she loves, and the toy poodle turns into Cerberus.

Allow me to introduce myself, I am Jenni March, I am 18 years old, daughter of Rick and Rose, The Alpha and Luna of Crystal Forrest, a community nestled next to a quiet town in Southern Tennessee. I have lived here all my life and it is the most beautiful and charming place. Between the hills, and the creeks and rivers, its pure bliss.

But then, he heard a voice from behind him. "Hi, can I help you?" the voice said. Delcan turned around, and there she was. Chantelle was standing there, looking at him with those piercing brown eyes. He couldn't speak, couldn't move. All he could do was stare at her, frozen in place. "Are you okay?" she asked, a hint of concern in her voice. Finally, he found his voice. "I'm fine," he said, his heart racing. "Can I help you?" she asked again. Delcan took a deepbreath and tried to think of something to say. "I was wondering if you might want to go out for coffee with me sometime," he blurted out. Chantelle looked at him, her expression unreadable. Delcan held his breath, waiting for her respo