Novel & Cerita Michael Afton X Chris

“Annie said she’s going to buy a new dress for the occasion. This will be so fun going out on the town with my family. Your friend, Fiona, is very kind to include us. Has she given you any more clues as to what exactly it is?” “Nope. I’m sure we’ll find out when we get there.” * The night of the event was upon them, and Chris eyed himself in the mirror, trying to straighten his tie. “Here, let me help, little brother,” Michael said, entering the bathroom. He was decked out in his dress blues and looked sharp. “Thanks, bro.” Chris stood still as Michael straightened the black tie around his neck. “You look good,” he said, smiling and slapping him on the back.

I found a shade under the trees when arriving at the park and took Ally out of the stroller, thinking it would be good to let her stretch her legs a bit. “I was gone for two years and you’ve already become a young dad?” I froze immediately when I heard the voice and held Ally close to me, “What are you doing here?” I asked Chris. “I still live in this town, Michael.” Chris said as he stood behind me and it took a lot for me to face him. “If you're going to be in the area, why don’t you come to my place? I think we have a lot to talk about.” “I’m not… I’m never going anywhere with you again,” I said, trying to ignore the tightness in my chest and keeping Ally close to me. “We don’t have anyth

Before Fiona could speak, Ashton seemed to anticipate what she was about to say, drawing out her words, "I know, being a pediatrician was his dream, right? Since you care so much about his dreams, why not hurry up and marry him? Marrying you, becoming the father of your kids, that's his real dream now!" Ashton saw that Fiona had become silent. Bored, she picked up her phone and started scrolling through F******k. It was almost time for dinner. Maria had posted pictures on F******k of a table full of delicious food. Ashton looked through the photos one by one. Eventually, her gaze settled on one particular image. In the photo, Chris was dressed in a white casual shirt and sweatpants, sitting

Not the grandest afternoon, not the most glamorous, but the best, in the specific sense of an afternoon that felt entirely like itself, like something that had been waiting a long time to happen and was now simply happening without resistance. We ate. We talked. My mother told a story about me at age seven that I will not reproduce here because it involved a supermarket and a level of honesty about other people's haircuts that is better left in the past. Diana disagreed with David about contemporary art in a way that suggested they were going to keep disagreeing for the foreseeable future and were both enjoying it. Mara danced with Chris's old friend Marcus, neither of them having had quite

One would be very lucky to be adopted by the Summers family. However, it was as if he had suddenly thought of something, Mike looked at Chris meaningfully. "Chris, are you keeping something from me?" "I have a lot of things that I haven't told you. Do you want to know them all?" replied Chris without even raising his head. In order to give Chris a hint, Mike looked at him meaningfully. "Are you having a spasm?" asked Chris. Mike was rendered speechless. "Chris, you..." Mike was about to say something else when the phone in his pocket sounded.

Sasha knew he must have heard Sapphire’s scream but what she doesn’t understand was why he would watch from afar. “Why don’t you go to him, I know you have missed him too,” she said but Chris only looked at her, turned and ran inside the room he shares with Sapphire. Sasha sighed, she hasn’t had the best relationship with Chris since they left home and when she had tried to talk to him about it, he had said she lied to him that they would celebrate his birthday as one big happy family. His birthday is two months away and she really doesn’t know what to do about it especially if things didn’t get better between her and Michael.

Murmurs overtake the room and Mitch laughs in disbelief as if someone just told him a joke. The man is Chris Kingston! He is wearing a dark blue suit and a hard look covers his face. “You have no right to be here!” Mitch says loudly, and everyone gets quiet. “Marriage should be sacred, it should be about love and devotion; just like the priest said. It should be pure, not built on lies and darkness,” Chris replies to him, causing him to scoff rudely in response. “Tell me one thing and I would walk the hell out of here in seconds,” Chris walks toward us as he boldly speaks.

Zac lifted his eyes and looked at Chris, who was leaning against the doorframe in hiking boots, his head nearly brushed the top of it. His hair was slightly messy, but not in a sloppy way. If anything, he looked unusually refreshed, like a man who had finally gotten what he wanted. The sleeves of his black shirt were pushed up, exposing pale, strong forearms lined with tight muscle. That question had been on Zac’s mind ever since he saw Chris arrive over the ocean in that helicopter.

“He can’t be dead! This bastard has many lives! He’s always fine, no matter how many times people beat him up!” Michael became even sadder. He also wished Chris had many lives. However, that was impossible. His son was just an ordinary person. “Accept the truth, Brent. He’s gone,” Michael said as he wrapped his arms around Brent. “How can he be dead?” Brent had a hard time accepting it. His relationship with Chris was bad, but he never thought about his death. He didn’t want that to happen. “Asshole!” Brent cursed. He grabbed Chris’s blood-stained shirt collar. “We haven’t decided who wins and who loses. We haven’t decided who should apologize. You can’t die!!!”

"Christopher Hale Jr.? Chris had a son?" "Half brother, actually. Different mothers. He's Victoria's nephew." Marcus pulled up a photo. Mid forties, handsome in a dangerous way, Chris's eyes staring out from a stranger's face. "Been operating in Europe for the past decade, came back to the States two months ago. He's the one who connected Victoria and Becca, facilitated their coordination. Without him, this whole conspiracy wouldn't exist." "What's his stake in this?"