Michael Afton X Chris Novels & Stories

Chris sighed, torn between loyalty to his friend and empathy for Hazel's fresh wounds, “I get it, Jonathan, but you can't ignore the grief she's drowning in right now. Pushing this on her so soon... it could backfire. We don't want her to resent us." Jonathan's jaw clenched, his resolve unyielding, "Resentment or safety, Chris. We can't predict how she'll react, but we can ensure her security. Do what needs to be done. Now." The intensity of their conversation lingered in the air, a stark reminder of the cold, unforgiving world they inhabited, where emotions often took a backseat to ruthless pragmatism. Jonathan exited the office and Chris in his mind. “Shit.” Chris cussed as he bit his lowe

He said plainly. Miya watched him closely, and she couldn't tell if he was angry or not. She heaved a sigh and remained quiet. Levi opened the door, and in came Chris in a white shirt and black trousers, looking dangerously charming as usual. He was about the same built as Xenon, both tall and slim, and definitely qualified to be a world top model. Xenon sat up, watched Chris for a bit, and asked icily with a sneer, "Who are you, may I ask?"

John smiled patiently at Kate and said, “I understand what you’re trying to do, but I don’t need you to save me. I can handle this. Trust me.” Kate gave up. She knew there was nothing else she could say that would change her father’s mind. Just as they were about to start eating breakfast, Chris showed up. He was wearing a sports jersey with matching shorts, long thermal socks, and a pair of trainers. He dropped his backpack on the floor and went to join the others in the kitchen. “Hey, everyone,” he greeted them jovially. “Hey, you. Where’s Rita and Nina?” Laura asked him. “Rita’s mom is visiting, so I left them at home to hang out with her,” said Chris cheerfully. “I love my wife and daugh

“It’s not like that. Chris gave him a look. “Dude. He uses our kitchen like it’s his. You sure you didn’t sign some kind of soul-binding love contract with him ? Ryan looked away, cheeks flushed. “We’re still figuring it out. Chris softened. “Hmm just be careful you know Before Ryan could answer, Adrien returned with a big bowl of popcorn and a smug smile. “You two gossiping about me?” Chris smirked. “Always. Adrien raised an eyebrow and slid in beside Ryan again, this time resting his chin on Ryan’s shoulder. “Say nice things. Ryan rolled his eyes, trying to fight his smile. “You’re embarrassing me. “Good,” Adrien whispered, and kissed the side of his neck. By the time the movie ended, Chri

I watched as some diners got up and left while new ones came in, yet none of them seemed to share Michael’s reaction. I wanted to ask what was going on, but before I could, the main door of the bar opened and Chris stepped inside. He stood there staring at me, his face even paler than it had been the day before. Forcing a smile, he said, “Wife, let’s go home.” Michael, who was sitting beside me, let out a breath of relief. Then he immediately got up and disappeared into his office. I rose to my feet and walked out of the bar with Chris.

Michael stood up and walked towards Chris. Chris remained mute, wearing the shirt he had selected. He opened the door and Michael caught his shoulders. Chris shrugged them off, turning around, immediately clawing Michael's bare chest and pushing him to the ground. "You should've left me in the woods, Mike." Chris gave a dark, one-sided smirk. He walked out and slammed the door.

Forever. Chris.

And for Fred don't worry, we talked and he had apologized for what he said to Chris about me, but I had taken the weight off the matter because, to tell the truth, he hadn't been a bit much wrong about that. I had gotten used to waiting for Chris to show up and that wasn't right, and with things fixed, we were getting along wonderfully. "Chris doesn't drink coffee," Fred told me seeing that I was carrying two glasses with me on the way home. "Neither tea," I nodded looking at him with a grimace, "The problem is that I first saw him naked and then I knew that flaw, I mean, what normal being does not drink coffee? But don't worry, it's actually hot chocolate.”

Chris looked away, nodded slightly at Michael, and turned to leave. But Michael didn’t seem willing to let him go, stepping forward to block his way. “Mr. Green, let’s talk.” Michael’s fake smile made Chris uncomfortable. What was there to talk about between a recently-returned first love and a cast-aside, soon-to-be-divorced husband? Chris frowned and declined. “I still have work.” Before Michael could speak, Sophie hurriedly interrupted, “Michael is being nice to you. Don’t be so ungrateful!” The noise had already drawn some attention.

He reaches his hands towards Chris and introduces himself, "I am Arthur, Kofi's ex-editor and current boyfriend, and soon to be husband." I was shocked after Arthur introduced himself to him. I noticed Chris smirked and took his hands, then did a handshake. While they are doing a handshake, Chris finally introduces himself to him. "I am Chris, Kofi's new editor, and his first love and ex-boyfriend, ah. Not really an ex-boyfriend because we never broke up in the first place." I gulp after Chris says that, and Arthur's eyes widen as he grips my shoulder and then glares at me. Again, I gulp and look away, avoiding his eye contact.