Michael Afton X Chris Novels & Stories

Jaxon had told him what happened, and Chris was furious. "I had people watching her movements," Jaxon replied. "Is it really Fatima?" Arnold asked. He had only met Fatima twice and didn't know much about her. "Yeah, I'll tell everything soon. I'm tired; I need to rest," Jaxon said, standing up. "Chris, you're not going back to your house, right?" he asked. "No, Uncle, I'll leave when she wakes up," Chris replied. Jaxon nodded, and they all retired to their rooms.

"Do you mean the same Rauf that brought you and your father here?" "Yes." The eagerness was slipping from Amie's tone now. She could see that Chris didn't share the eagerness with her. Did something happened between Rauf and Chris? Does Chris hate Rauf or something? She couldn't think of any other reason he wouldn't be happy with her announcement? As far as she knew, they were close. "Is something wrong, Chris?" Serena asked. She could feel that Chris wasn't happy with the announcement. Instead of the response they demanded, he pushed the meal out of his way. "I think I am okay." He turned to his mother. "Thank you, mother. I have some business to deal with."

Michael looks him in the eye emotionlessly. Chris takes in his words slowly. “I think I’ve got my answer. You are incapable of loving other people. You fathered me, but you will never be my father. And I’m glad that I never saw you as my father because I would be ashamed of myself.” he says. “Goodbye, Michael. I’ve got my closure. May you rot here.” Chris stands up with a light heart and strides towards the door without looking back. A brighter future is waiting for him outside.

His confusion quickly turned to disbelief. “What the hell is this?” Michael demanded, rising to his feet. Christopher's voice was low and cold, laced with venom. “Proof.” He took a step forward, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. “Proof that you’ve been scheming behind our backs. You’ve been talking to the Blackfangs—our greatest enemies!” Michael’s jaw dropped, his eyes darting back to the papers. He shook his head vehemently. “This...this is bullshit, Chris! I’ve never spoken to the Blackfangs! You know that!”

We’ve decided to do everything human-style because I can’t be his mate without being his girlfriend, being his mate means I’m unofficially married. Angel and Chris are doing great, Christan and I became really good friends, he is a really good guy, and I’m happy for them. They are both werewolves, so they aren’t slowing down for anyone which means they both are officially mates which happens after they perform a ceremony and they are waiting for Angel to complete college to get married.

Michael cut in, walking in with a stern face. Chris gulped. “Why don't you tell them what you did to get Cassandra to try and kill you?” Jace frowned at Chris. “What happened?” he snarled through clenched teeth. Chris stayed quiet. The guilt was visible all over his face. His uncle was definitely going to send him back to live with his mother's parents and he could kiss his sponsorship goodbye. “Chris forced himself on Cassandra” Michael answered when he saw Chris wasn't going to. Jace gently transferred a sleeping Cassandra into Ava's arms and pressed a quick kiss to her temple. Then he got up and punched his cousin in the face.

A big smile from Maxton greeted those who had just arrived. "Chris! It's been a long time since we met!" Maxton got up from the sofa and walked straight to Chris with a big smile. Chris gave Maxton a hug and a light pat on the back. "Haha how are you?" "Yeah, I'm good. How are you?" "Well. As you can see. I'm very good haha. Oh, this is my mate, Agatha." Chris shifted his body slightly so that Maxton could see Agatha who had been standing behind Chris.

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

I watch as Chris smile wickedly "Maybe you don't want to know" "How dare…." "Hey watch it!" Chris yelled catching Nickolaus off guard "I can be your worst nightmare Nickolaus Michealson" Chris muttered standing before him in a daring manner "And you are?" "Chris Lozaldo, does it ring a bell?" Chris smirk and took my hand walking away.

Christopher turned to St Michael “I have suffered injustice for my righteous service. If your God is just, then I will enjoy the company of my brother and my sworn brothers in all lifetimes to come. I shall enter his house when you keep your promise.” “My love, wait for me. I will find you.” Christopher breathed his last.