Michael Afton X Chris Novels & Stories

Chris said as he took Maya's hand and kissed the back of her palm. “ Mom.... I want you to meet Maya.... Maya Rudolph, she's my girlfriend ” Chris said and Maya could feel cold sweat trickled down her spine due to shyness and nervousness. Cough ! Cough !! Jessica coughed as soon as she heard what Chris said even Clara's eyes were wide opened when she heard that, only Jojo kept on eating as though it didn't concern her while Scott chewed the food in his mouth slowly. ‘ I knew it ’ Jessica said in her mind.

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.

Mateo pressed further as we all turned our gazes to Chris, our eyes boring holes into his body. Chris's eyes trailed over every single one of us before they came back to me. He stared at me and raised a brow before asking, "Are you sure you want me to say it, babe?" He asked and I got a bad feeling at the way he had asked immediately. I looked at Mateo's face before looking at Veronica who kept nodding at me to say yes. "Yeah, sure" I confirmed with my eyes squeezed shut as I replied. "Okay, so Adele drew a picture of me," Chris said and I opened my eyes immediately.

Chris looked a little taken aback by his tone and gave him a nervous smile. “Well, we ran into each other in Montana and just kept in touch when we realized that we both worked for the Aequivalere,” he replied, and James couldn’t help but feel like there was something Chris wasn’t telling him. “Well, I gotta get something for A-er Lily out of the car,” he said, sounding even more nervous and practically down the porch steps.

he said, clearly enjoying himself. "Haha, guys, stop. We’re going to be late," Abigail interjected, stepping between us like the world’s most cheerful referee. We turned to her. She was grinning from ear to ear, radiating confidence and energy. Extrovert level: off the charts. Friendly, outgoing, sunshine wrapped in human form. Honestly, why are we friends again? Chris is a model. Not joking. Tall, rich, perfect jawline—the whole package. If he weren’t gay, I might’ve considered asking him out once. But, nope, he’s more girly than me anyway, so problem solved.

“I’ll ignore that absurd remark on Kiara’s profession because you are mourning the loss of your position. I won’t do it a second time, Edgar.” “She changed you!” He barked as if it was an insult. “Yes, she did.” *** “Michael, I need to know where she’ll perform tomorrow” “Hello to you too, Mr. Sinful Voice! What a pleasure to talk to you again” “Can you help me?” “No.” “Oh, for fucks sake.” Chris pushed the heels of his hands against his closed eyes and sat back on his kitchen chair. It took him over an hour to get hold of the man on that faithful Friday night, and now he was refusing to help.

May, listen to me. Chris yelled fiercely, his voice as sharp as a tack, "You will address her as Luna." His pale complexion glistened with vigor in the moonlight, and his dark hair was pulled back. The woman made a small movement as he said. She froze as Chris raised his bow. "Stay still." Rafa exhaled, groaning in agony, "Listen to them, Mia." If May had wanted to murder me, she would have done so by now because she is a phenomenal shot.

She was too sleep deprived for her own good. "Hey man," Chris beamed, getting up to do one of those bro-hugs with Wes. "I don't think we've met before. I'm Chris." Wes hesitated, looking at where Chris was sitting on my bed. He quickly put a smile on his face and greeted Chris, "Nice to meet you. Are you... Michelle's boyfriend?" Wes's voice was cautious. Michelle snorted loudly, "God no!" Chris looked at her, feigning a look of hurt. "Ouch, Elle." He sucked in a sharp breath as he placed a hand over his heart to be more dramatic.

] [Avan: Right! [Austin: whatever] [Wyndy: don't act like u don't have a crush on him Austin] [Austin: i'm outta here] [Wyndy: so, what's up with u and Chris?] [Me: we actually have a date tonight] [Avan: Oh?😏] [Wyndy: when did this happen?] [Me: yesterday] [Austin: and u didn't tell us about it?] [Me: skipped my mind]

Comare Chris's main focus was to find out if Michael was still alive. In her bedroom, there was a brown leather chair in the corner which looked very cozy to sit in. She sauntered towards it and curled her legs as she positioned herself comfortably and dozed off. During the night, Christina frantically woke up with her heart pounding so hard, tears rolling down her cheeks with heavy shuddering breathing. she stretched out to her gun which was beside her, and clutched it tightly. She peeks around her room then she realizes she was just having one of her bad dreams about her past. Only Michael knew about them and could easily calm her back to sleep, but he was not around anymore.