Stories Kristen Novels & Stories

“And really, these lower-level demons don’t put up much of a fight. I didn’t even have to summon my familiars for help.” “That’s good.” Kristy shudders and flips the lock, opening up the store to the general public. Two customers come in by the time she gets back to the counter. Kristy and I met years ago, and while we both have magical powers, we’re quite different. Which is why we make such good friends. Kristy is a pacifist. She likes making love potions, healing balms, and good luck charms. She spends her spare time gardening and watches nothing but HGTV. But cross her, hurt someone she loves, and the toy poodle turns into Cerberus.

I fully understand how rude it was to eavesdrop on other people's stories, but Nolan's words were like magic that kept me stay here. “The one who changed is you. Look back at all the good deeds you've done? You instigated Sienna to be aggressive with Rosalynn at work and locked her in a closed room even though she was afraid of the dark? Is this still you? You're not like the Kristen I know.” My eyes opened wide in surprise, I turned around to look at a man and a woman arguing. Kristen frowned and shrugged, “I'm just saving you from your own delusions. Nolan Kingston, you must return to your rightful place, fall in love and marry a woman worthy of you. Not the type of cheap woman who sells h

“Well, we don’t want to have any conversation…” Not letting her complete her sentence, I hastily said, “I feel like it’s been a long time since we met Tarry. Where have you been all this time?” Plunging back to her seat, Kriste rumbled, “Probably lying in one nook of his room watching porn.” “No one is porn sick like you, Miss Kristen!” he replied to her, once again looking down at us. “And I was out of town for some days. Returned just yesterday.” “That means you missed the event? How sad!”

"Did she make any mistake at home?? Or is she being maltreated?? Or maybe she went out with a group of friends. You know how these teenagers can be." "She didn't make any mistake at home, she doesn't keep friends. Her only friend is Madison and she doesn't know her whereabouts as well. She doesn't fancy going out, she's an extreme introvert and stays at the right place, at the right time. She doesn't trespass. Oh good Lord!!!" Kristen said with hot tears streaming down her face. "Calm down madam. Don't cry, she will he found." The police officer stretched out his hand and gave his handkerchief to Kristen for her to use and clean her face.

Kristen smiled brightly. “Alpha Arkyn of Black mountain.” She said brightly bowing her head, her voice was shifted to more musical sounding. “Yes and who are you?” Arkyn smiled looking at it. “Lydia.” Kristen said acting shy. “Lydia what pack are you here with?” Arkyn asked her, looking at her like he recognized her, like he knew something was wrong. She had to act quickly. “I’m from-” Kristen stumbled forward. Arkyn drink splashed up over them and at that moment Kristen allowed the crystal dust to cover them. Arkyn caught her in his arms. Her face landed next to his ear.

“Two reasons. One, me. I’ve stopped it. Two, killing Ann would kill our dad. He already lost one mate.” “So she deals with it.” “Kristen has the kindest soul. It balances out the blood she has spilled. If you notice, she doesn’t even think about the rogue she killed with her fingers. She’s upset Ace died. The fact she cares keeps her grounded.” “Did she love him too?”

"Good. And now, I'm going to fuck you hard and I want to hear you scream..." ***** If you would like to learn how Kirstie (Debbie) first met James and Michael, read 'Mastering the Virgin' And the story continues for Kirstie and Ryan when they return in 'Charlotte's Search' (Part Three - 'The Sin Of The Parent')

There had not been a single morning since Krista walked out of that house where the most pressing thing was also the most strategic thing. But Elena was here now. Krista was sleeping more than four hours a night. The immediate crisis had settled into something that still required urgent attention but was no longer on fire in the acute way. So on a Thursday morning, while Elena was in the kitchen making coffee in the particular precise way she had that suggested she had strong opinions about extraction time, I sat down at the kitchen table across from Krista and said, "I need to talk to you about someone." Krista wrapped both hands around her mug. "Good someone or complicated someone?"

Kristen? She let out a loud hiss. "I am not here to see you, smart mouth." She directed her gaze at Brandon who I caught stifling a chuckle a while ago while staring at me. "I am leaving tomorrow for an emergency business trip. So, I am pulling out of whatever game they paired us with." She stated, giving Brandon a condescending gaze that got me shaking my head while my gaze flickered to Kristen. I gave him an is-this-the-best-you-can-do look for a few seconds, noting his helpless sigh before looking away.

Hard. Carlo stepped back, confused. “What—?” She pulled her robe shut. Tied it neatly. Her hands trembled, but her voice was calm. “I wanted to feel something,” she said quietly. Carlo frowned. “What are you talking about?” Kristen looked at him, her eyes clear now. “You make me feel like I’m just a trophy you won. Not a person you care about. So yeah, I kissed you. I let you touch me. Because for a second, I wanted to feel something other than disappointment.”