Martin X Chris Novels & Stories

"Listen to me. Maybe you just found out, but Nicole Martinez is my fiancée. I left her at the altar when we were getting married a few years ago." I paused, feeling a stab in my heart as I heard Chris talk about something that still hurts me today. He said it without any feelings I could detect, but of course, I knew it because he had that side to him all along. That man would be someone who puts his thoughts first, while I follow what I feel in the moment and react first—just like what he is doing right now. What exactly did this figure in front of me want to discuss? What memories did I want to forget?

CHRISTOPHER "You should have walked away tonight," Xavier murmured. I met his eyes. "So should have you." The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Xavier's gaze dropped to my lips, and for a moment, I thought he'd kiss me. "We're not doing this here." I raised an eyebrow. "Afraid of a little public display of affection?" His jaw clenched. "I'm not afraid of anything, Christopher. I just don't want to give them a show."

Aside from being a spy, Martin was a professional at wieding a sword. "Oh please, Lucas! We just met, and you're already underestimating me? How about we get to the place first and I can show my skills off to you then you can be the judge of that. Hopefully, I won't injure you in the process." He shot him a lop-sided grin. Lucas chuckled. "Well, forgive me, Martin. I was only looking out for you and ensuring that you fit the criteria before meeting up with my boss." "Why?" Martin asked, curiosity knitted at his brows. He was interested in knowing his boss. Xavier Fernández! I knew that Martin had been looking forward to that!

I gasp, glancing at Xavier, who fidgets in his seat. “That psycho is my sister, you bitch!” Martin retorts, grabbing Gamma Suri’s collar, but she is fast, pulling a knife from his vest and bringing it to his throat. Okay, I didn’t think this would escalate to this. “Martin, stand down!” I demand and snarl at her. His canines are elongating. Xavier’s heart pounds so hard, I could hear it from here. He gives me that look like he is pleading with me to sort it out.

I decided not to mope about Chris, I guessed if it happened, it happened, right? I couldn’t force him, not to mention I was so new in his life, he had a lot to juggle. He told me up front he was married to his career, so I can’t fault him for treating me that way. I was still annoyed about the angry phone call he had in the bathroom though, anxious to know who he was so upset with and if it was an ex. With Martin, what you saw what was you got … but with Chris I suspected there were a lot of layers, much like Etienne.

A part of him yearns to believe in Miguel's sincerity, to find solace in the possibility of redemption. As Miguel concludes his apology, an uncomfortable silence hangs in the air. The weight of their shared history permeates the space between them, awaiting Chris's response. Uncertain of Miguel's true intentions, Chris takes a moment to collect his thoughts before offering a cautious response. Chris's words are measured, his tone reflecting a blend of caution and forgiveness. He acknowledges Miguel's effort to make amends, yet questions the sincerity beneath the veneer of pretentiousness. A mutual understanding emerges—that rebuilding trust requires more than just words, but sustained action

"Ashley doesn't deserve your kindness. She's always exploited you, and you keep going back for more. You're being stupid, man!" Xander looked up at Chris, his eyes filled with hurt and confusion. "What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "You know what I'm talking about," Chris said, taking a step closer to Xander. He grabbed Xander's chest with his left hand, the bandages on his right arm scraping against Xander's arm. "You like being tortured by her, don't you? You like it when she uses you for sex." Xander recoiled from Chris's touch, his face turning red with anger. "You don't know anything about me and Ashley," he said, his voice rising. "You don't know w

Xavier, who came up with Chris, heard the noises too. Both stood outside the door and looked at each other in dismay. Xavier looked at Chris. “Chris, what’s wrong with dad? Why is he so angry?” Chris shook his head and remained silent with a tense face. Then, when he saw Xavier come alone, he asked, “Where’s your woman?” Xavier chuckled. “She isn’t feeling well, so she went to the restroom.” Chris nodded. Then, both of them pushed the door open and went in. Creak…

Damien was considered a ruthless beast as well but he was never close to Xavier that much as compared to Rafael. Rafael had been a great partner of Xavier holding a large sum of shares that's why both had better relations than Damien. Damien was more of Sinister's friend than Xavier while Rafael liked not making friends. Chris never got along with anyone except Xavier as both the guys were ruthless sadist beasts. They love treating their women as toys. Chris was the worst kind in Xavier's circle. Even Mr. Valentino had a disliking towards Chris but being the closest with Xavier no one ever dared to interfere in their matters. Xavier had witnessed Chris brutally treating women like they are s

The pain was unbearable but he wanted to taunt Chris more just like he did his father when he was still alive. "You are just useless like your father,you better kill me now because I won't spare your life if I get out of this,I would make sure I give you a more excruciating death than I did to your family,you moron,no one messes with me and gets free,no one! My name is Martin Cruz the president of Northcity,no one messes with me"Martin said aloud, laughing at the same time.he was behaving like a maniac. "Shut up!"Chris yelled,his voice more powerful than thunder.