Phr Kristine Series Novels & Stories

"I am a very obsessive person Raphael and I tend to get very fixated on people I want which was why I came running every time I thought I had a chance with you... But I can't stand it when I get defeated by the same person twice in a row especially when said person is not even putting in an effort... You are the one chasing after her and that just makes me mad, so I am going to count my losses and get paid instead, don't you dare delay sending that money Raphael, or you'll see just how crazy obsessive I can get" I smiled, nodding. "Thank you, Kristine" "Don't fucking smile at me like that either" she snarled, turned on her heels, and walked back towards her car all the while cursing and mutt

Her dark hair was pulled into a tight braid, the scar slicing across her cheek giving her an edge of brutal beauty. Valerie lounged with her boots kicked up, blonde curls a stark contrast to the glint in her eyes. She twirled a knife in her fingers like it was a paintbrush. Jace was quiet, unreadable. He sat nearest the wall. Barely out of his teens, with his fingers dancing across a tablet, he was the hacker prodigy who could crumble governments from behind a screen. Damir sat beside Jace. The sniper. Icy blue eyes. A face like winter’s wrath. He didn’t speak.

The last thing I wanted was to jeopardize my chances of reconciling with Kristine. Speaking of Kristine, I navigated through the computer until a woman's image popped up on my screen. A woman with butter-colored hair and eyes as sharp and elegant as a blue wildflower. These features could easily describe Kristine, except the image on my screen wasn't of her; it was someone else—someone who was once the center of my universe. Once the bane of my very existence, and the sole reason I found meaning in life. It was none other than my ex—Annie Monroe—the woman who led me to the bitch currently giving me a hard time.

“So, I made myself a name! Christine, the Sorcerer of the West. It has a nice ring to it and it does sound youthful too!” Everyone thought that Christine was not scary at all. She was nice and very fun. Well, at least she broke the witch stereotype. “Now let’s discuss why you’re here.” Suddenly, the room became serious. The lively energy was gone as Christine’s face went serious. “Why are we here?” Azrael asked to lessen the tension “Azrael, you are here to stop Brody.” And in a single breathe, Christine showed them the visual of the Crimson Crest Pack.

Harsh, violent and doesn't even care if she's bruised or in pain. Crystal got herself over with that relationship, she believed that Leo became a monster, that he became too addicted to it, and only wants her for pleasure and not for love that she... needs. And so she left. But Leo, he tried looking for her. Yet he never found her. So he found himself a habit... seeking for a woman who's likely to be a bit familiar with her face. With her hair and eyes, but nothing. And so he tried to just forget about her, used the women to do it, he found some women who loved the way he want it to do, some were forced, some almost died from his deadly touch. Yet none of them made him forget about her. Her

They do not have enough strength to win over us so why father keeps telling me that they are dangerous? “Do you want to try it Alqamar?” Cristine asked beside me while offering the fruit she’s eating. I looked at her and saw her green eyes and red hair. Cristine is beautiful, Fin actually likes her, and Rael told me that Cristine likes me but no matter how I think about it…I am not attracted to her.

It also makes my chest feel lighter because somehow, I forget a little about the big problem I'm facing right now. Fortunately, some people came to Leon to talk to him. I just stayed in my place while listening to their topic. It's about the disappearance of Maximo. There are others who greet me but they don't talk to me. That's better than them asking me anything. It's better to stay low-key tonight. "Lauren!" said Kristine who had just arrived. Along with her is aunt Divina who was dressed up. "Hello Kristine," I greeted. I knelt down and hugged her lightly. She's wearing a little black dress with crystals on the part of her chest. Her hair was in a ponytail and something else was hanging

Crystal whispered as she looked up to his face but then , Jack retorted. "I can't believe you still have the right to talk about Privacy when you just messed things up!" Jack spilled out which made everyone want to know more. They had all gone back to their position for work and hearing Jack expose Crystal bit by bit made them want to sit and listen. "Jack please" Crystal said out softly which sounded more like a whisper. "They are looking and could actually hear us Jack. Come on babe, let's go to your office or outside to talk please" She begged trying to keep her life to herself but Jack still wasn't listening.

The sky begins to quickly fill up with dark clouds as the last standing witches beside her finally succumb to death. “You have hunted us, made us hide in darkness, burnt our people on stakes of fire, and so I curse you and all your kind to the same fate. You shall always have to hide away in the darkness. The sun and fire will be your nemesis...” Blood spurts from Catherine’s mouth as she tries to continue her speech, her body quivering hard under the onslaught of the wind. The red mist around her disappears, and as she falls to her knees the last she sees is a red sun rising up above the dark clouds, and then darkness.

This library holds the history of my pack along with great pieces of literature and information on various supernatural species. I had hoped that there would be something about our mark and those wolves somewhere in this library. Though for all I knew, my father had tossed the one book I would need. Crista did it despite the probability of finding the correct book in this sea of books. She found the exact text we needed. Chesed, of course, got off track and was more interested in teasing her looking to spark her heat. ‘As if you don’t want her again.’ Chesed scoffed.