Stronger By Ang Chris Novels & Stories

“I’m not losing anything.” Chris didn’t argue. He just held his gaze. “You should’ve stayed neutral,” Allen said quietly. “You chose the wrong side.” Chris adjusted his cuff. “Did I?” Allen’s patience thinned. “She’s not coming back. She’s not strong enough. She doesn’t have what it takes to take this from me.” Chris’s smile widened barely. “That’s what you think.” Allen felt something flicker in his chest again. “You overestimated her.” “Maybe,” Chris said lightly. “Or maybe you underestimated her.”

he murmured, taking another step toward me and effectively crowding me out into the hallway, “there’s something incredibly attractive about a woman who isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty.” My cheeks burned hotter than ever. “You like it?” I whispered, feeling myself backpedal as he slowly towered over me. Smirking, Chris snaked one arm around my waist and pulled me flush against the hard planes of his chest as his other hand found its way into my hair. I gasped at the sudden contact, instinctively winding my arms around his neck as my body responded to his in a way that was quickly becoming familiar—and insatiable. “Of course I do,” Chris practically growled against the skin of my neck, sen

“Hey” I look away at the sound of the unfamiliar and slightly gruff voice to meet azure orbs staring amusedly at me. He chuckles softly, letting go of my wrist to say, “I know Angie gets pretty annoying most times but just spare her for me today, okay?” “Chris! You’re finally here” Angie’s shrill voice has me looking her way to see this tall and beautiful stranger proceeding to meet her. She giggles when he pulls her cheek, “You love to annoy everyone you come across, don’t you? I should’ve let her hit you instead”.

, I state. “You have a connection with a griffin!”, my sister yells. “Yes, now keep your voice low.”, I growled. “How are you friendly with shadow beings, let alone griffins?”, she growls out. “I have a connection with Griff because of Jess and I’m friendly with the shadow beings because they have done nothing wrong to me.”, I answered honestly. “It attacked me!”, a guy yells. “Was it an adult or a child?”, I ask.

I stared at the lifeless body of the woman on the floor and the man he’d brought to me. This would give me power. I could finally get back at those I wanted to get back at and not have to worry about being weak. The reason I couldn’t win against them all this time was because they were vampires—and inherently more powerful and influential. This would give me that. That power. I couldn’t believe Chris agreed to do this. Maybe I had underestimated him. “Is Chris a vampire too?” I asked, and he shook his head. “Dante would never turn him. He's too weak. He doesn’t want to steal his humanity,” he explained, and a smile spread across my face.

Weak? "Well yes." He replied as it took all of my willpower for me not to laugh. "He came in with a lady who looks a lot like your mate and a little kid," he spat, and the humans burst into laughter. "Did you just call me weak?" Chris asked, clearly irritated. "Well, that's what you are," he replied, as they all burst into laughter again. "This isn't funny," Chris yelled in anger. "A girl that looks like Amelia?" I asked, staring at Chris.

I was well aware that both were formidable opponents, and now that they were rogue, it was obvious they were going to be much stronger since when a wolf went rogue, their innate abilities were intensified threefold. As I continued to rush forward, Davison took a seat and let a disgusting look of amusement flash across his face. "Go on then." He barked, motioning for Chris and Trinity to attack. "Don’t disappointment me." "Of course not." Chris beamed, flashing his already extended canines. "I’ve waited a long time to deal with this bastard." Letting out a snarl of excitement, Chris moved, staying in his human form. That was fine. He could fight me however he wanted, but he wouldn’t win. I wo

However, extreme fear, like we were throwing out, made it really fucking difficult to bravely fight through it by shaking it off. ‘Not wanting to distract you, but your mate just fucking decapitated a demon with her fucking wing. I’m in awe, a little fucking afraid of her, and wondering why the hell I didn’t bring any candy for the show!’ Chris said. I could guarantee that he had a gleeful smirk on his face that matched the ecstatic tone in his voice. ‘I know for a fact that you would’ve brought candy. You’ve probably already popped it in your mouth. We both know that you’re a fucking glutton for entertainment. Instead of coming prepared with weapons, you’d choose sweets.’

"You'll be the death of me." "Well you have to take my advice on this one Lau." "But Lizzy, uh I forgot," Laura sat up. "Apart from my sister, I think he has another girlfriend." "Point of correction, your sister is not his girlfriend." Lizzy said drily. "I've never seen or read about them together and trust me I follow all news about him and the other hottie, Ronald Daniels, I even follow them on social media! The only woman I know that Greg Williams is currently fucking is the so called, self acclaimed Princess Sophia." She finished with a grimace. "But I'm not sure he's serious about her in any way."

"You evil wench! How dare you speak to Lana like that! I should have you learn your place!" Chris rushed toward Carol and gave her a heavy kick in the stomach. Now that Chris had seen Carol's true colors, all the love he had for her had turned into hatred and resentment. Carol fell onto the floor and moaned in pain. Chris had a height of at least six feet and two inches. A kick from him was enough to knock the wind out of Carol. "You two-faced bitch! Did you think you could do anything you wanted just because I liked you?" Chris could feel his anger flaring up as he stared at Carol. Then, he strode toward her and pulled her up forcefully.