Novelas y relatos de Michael Afton X Chris

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.

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!”

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.

~Chris xx. "

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.

Both of them miss each other and both were trying to be strong by listing each other’s voice. Miles put the phone in his pocket and walked out of the room only to find Christopher and his friend busy cooking. Miles felt bad to behave like a guest and not help them. He saw how good the two friends are, as they were occasionally playing around and cooking. Christopher's friend has too many tattoos and an eyebrow piercing. He looks so cool yet intimidating. It's a same guy who almost gave heart attack to Miles not just an hour ago. "C-Chris." He called, getting the attention from both males, he slowly moved towards Christopher. "Y-You need any help?"

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.