Kristyn Prentice Novels & Stories

She admitted. Hailey faked a gasp, but a real surprise was on her face. "What? How?” Again, Chloe rolled her eyes. "What's what?” she asked. "It's not like I expected someone would bathe me in orange juice like Dana did.” She said. “Still… anyway, I have something in my locket you can manage. It's my former cheerleading uniform.” Hailey said.

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.

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).

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."

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.

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.