Kristján Kristjánsson Novels & Stories

It was the first time I saw the tattoo that covered his entire back. I’d never seen it before. It was a highly detailed skull that was realistic and somewhat menacing, with deep, dark eye sockets and a wide, toothy grin. The shading and depth gave it a three-dimensional effect, making it appear almost lifelike. The design extended from his lower back up to his shoulders, creating a striking and impactful visual. It was certainly a work of art and my favorite tattoo of his. My second favorite were the words written on his fingers. They spelt out ‘il migliore’ which was Italian for his nickname ‘The Beast’, a title he wore with pride.

Nothing suspicious here. "So, on this vacation, there was your self, your husband and Luca...." he said to me. "Luca Romano," he finished. "Correct." "And my cousin," I added knowing that he was probably already onto Max. "I'm going to need to get your cousin's name," he replied lifting up his pen. "Maximus Megestanis. Goes by Max." "And Luca. Does the name Romano D'Meretchi mean anything to you?" "...um...is he a pop star?"

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

She adds. That earns a few laughs, mostly from Tianya and Kylynn. I can hear soft giggling from my side, so I know my little sprite also finds this funny. A man about my height sits down beside her as Alayni rolls her eyes. I recognize him as Travis Halestrum. His family owns numerous hotels and restaurants all over the world. We have wanted to meet with him for a few years now. I see the exact moment when he notices Tianya and Kylynn.

I can't stand the sight of her with tears in her eyes. "He announced to the entire school what he thought of me. "I, Kristoff Lopez, will never ever, fall in love with Cyrene Steele. An ugly loser who thinks she can claim me as hers just because of this stupid bond." That's what he said." She said in between her laughs. She laughed until she broke into tears. I wiped the tears that fell on my cheeks. I couldn't find a word to console her. Obviously, she is still deeply hurt.

I asked quietly. He nodded. "What's your full name?" Mariano's head turned sideways. He looked me in the eye, sceptic for a moment, before saying hardly, "Mariano Wolfe Lionelli - Montefiore Rivera." "Wow, that's...long." He smiled a bit. "Yes, it is, Isabelle May Forte." My eyes widened. "How do you know my middle name?" I whispered. He leaned in ever so slightly, a jesting smile playing on his lips, but it was enough to set my nerves on fire. "I know everything about you, Bella," He said.

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

Why don’t you try stamping on his fine leather shoes next or snatching the Rolex off his wrist and smashing it off the ground? His lips pursed, he fixed me with a cold, hard glare. “Yes, that’s me, grotty Greyson, also known as grimy Greyson, Greyson Smelliot and Smelly Elliot. I tend to go by Greyson or Mr Elliot these days. You can call me Mr Elliot. I assume we went to school together?” “Zoe, Zoe Smithson.”

“Men Darius trusts. They move quietly, outside pack borders. If he wanted to hide her, he wouldn’t keep her on his land. He’d use one of them.” “Names,” I said, my patience thinning. She nodded slowly. “One of them is called Elric. He handles Darius’s remote estates. Isolated places, old hunting lodges, storage compounds, places no one thinks to check.” I memorized the name instantly. Kai stepped forward. “And what do you get out of this, Claire? Redemption?”

I hate how well he knows me. And I still literally know nothing about him. “Yes I am okay. You know what they say: new minute, new me.” “Literally no one in the history of this universe has ever said that.” He says as my mouth falls open at his words. “Soccerates said that right before he died!” I exclaim, confidently. “Socrates and no and no.” He replies calmly making me purse my lips. He sucks. “Odyssey said it.” “That’s a poem.”