Kristyn Prentice Novels & Stories

There, Renee stood by Kristopher's wheelchair, her gaze lowered in conversation. The photo was taken from afar, so it was hard to see their expressions. However, Marcelo could sense a lovely and harmonious atmosphere between them. Vivian’s words had the potential to easily mislead people into misunderstanding the relationship between Renee and Kristopher. That would be the case if Marcelo hadn't received backgrounds about Kristopher beforehand. Kristopher Wright, a 40-year-old male, had a heart condition since birth. His family background remained a mystery, and his occupation was shrouded in secrecy. He owned numerous mines, including gold and diamond mines located abroad.

I nearly laughed out loud. So this was how Caden secretly talked about Kristina behind her back. "Miss Wynn," I interrupted smoothly. "Your perfume is a little too strong. I'm pregnant, and strong scents make me nauseous." Looking at her calmly, I rested a hand lightly over my stomach. "If you don't need anything else, then you should probably head home." The dismissal was unmistakable. Kristina's face shifted instantly, alternating between a ghostly pallor and a heated rage with remarkable speed. Clearly, she wasn't used to being treated this way.

so it was the night, Robert would walk with her and present her to everyone as if she were a trophy, I just watched her every movement, every way was beautiful to see the beauty she radiates wherever she goes and very polite as a sign, and kind too I can't stop looking at her, it's time to meet her, Robert approaches me with her beside him, - Jack this is Kristhina, Kristhina this and Jack, -pleasure to meet you Kristhina you are much more beautiful personally, - pleasure and my Jack and you can call me Kris since we are going to be a co-worker, we greet each other with a handshake, it took me a while to feel the heat, a shock when it turns red it seems that the touch of his hand lit me up,

"Oh good, you two know each other. That'll make things easier." "Know each other?" Kristine's voice came out strangled. "Nathan, what is this?" "This is Dr. George Mitchell, our new medical consultant. Dr. Mitchell, this is Kristine Davis, our Creative Director. She'll be your main point of contact on the project." "No." Kristine backed toward the door. "Absolutely not. I can't work with him." "Kristine, wait—" George started. "Don't talk to me!" Richard walked in with several other team members. "Everyone here? Good. Let's get started. Kristine, have a seat."

She threw the question back eagerly, looking between Cole and I. "Same. I thought so. My name is Elizabeth Wat–Winston," I quickly corrected, feeling my husband's eyes on me during the exchange. "Mrs. Winston." She took my hand, giving me a friendly smile as a man moved forward to stand beside her. "I'm Crystal Herrington and this is my husband, Zach Herrington," she introduced the man to us and he waved excitedly. Before I could extend a hand, Cole whistled and turned to the guy, "Zach? As in Harvard top Z?"

Picking herself up, Jess growled, “Nothing chief maid Kristen. I was just telling her that Prince Gareth requested for her.” “Right, so why are did you face plant into my utensils?” Kristen asked, her eyes empty and hollow. “I tripped.” Jess replied in a saccharine sweet tone. “sorry. I will clean up now.” “Stephanie, please come with me.” Kristen tilted her chin at her and she nodded. Together, they stepped out into the hall and walked silently side by side until they reached the chambers leading to the prince’s room. “Kristen, I…I am sorry about your…about everything.” Stephanie mumbled a feeling of chill sweeping over her at the remembrance of the death of her child.

Just like other women, their eyes preyed on Kristoff Montenegro who was currently in the middle of talking with some other businessmen in the party. Being his intern secretary, she was brought as his partner for the night. Even though she had tried not to show it, she was in completely nervous on the inside. It wasn’t her first time attending such event, but she had attended the parties before as the daughter of from the the prestigious Meyer family. But right now, she was just Kristoff's secretary. She had to be cautious and maintain the image of the company especially in external events like that.

He introduced Stacy to them. "It's nice meeting you, Chloe, Anita and Kimberly." Stacy said as she shook hands with them. "Same here." They replied. They moved to the other mates one after the other. All have grown much bigger, more handsome, beautiful and mature. Anita's eyes roamed around the party till it landed on who she's looking for. Kent. He was wearing a green shirt. He used his glasses as usual. Kent isn't that nerd they know him of. "I'm sorry, but I have to meet Kent. Chloe you can keep Kimberly company." Anita ran away not hearing their response.

Of course she would, that bitch. As the ceremony began we all watched as Kristrin managed to snap a few awards which included cum laude, a few athlete awards and others. "Wow, he's really outstanding isn't he?" Grace whispered. "I have no doubt that he'd have gotten higher too. He was Valedictorian back at our school." I told her proudly. "He's that smart?" "Yep." "No wonder he was able to snag assistant of operations at your parents hospital." Kristrin has always managed to stand out from the crowd, no wonder he was a main target for others.

he muttered. But it was. Because the next day, Krystal walked into a fundraising brunch for the arts—a seat at the VIP table, her name on a gold card, seated between two oil tycoons and across from a senator's daughter. The press didn’t know what to call her yet. Heiress? Entrepreneur? Silent investor? They just knew this: Krystal Hunter was not dead. She was thriving. And untouchable. Norma McLaren, clutching her pearls in fury, broke three mugs that week alone.