The Magic Christian Novel Novels & Stories

Christian Blackwood, the president of the hellhound MC is right behind me , his body is pressed against me in an immoral way and his hot breath was on my neck. I breathing hinges as I closed my legs and he slowly slides his other hands down my waist . I closed my eyes waiting for the worst possible thing to happen to me, I have heard ruthless things about him mostly from my husband and how he goes for his prey(the people that goes against him) I only guess that my husband had offended him and he killed him and now he was here to take me with him. Christian lowered his breaths to my neck and that directly sent chills to my body.

Christian knew that he had made a big mistake by telling them, but while interrogating the rat they would’ve found out anyway. “Wait, help me out here because I am confused,” Luca demanded an explanation. Christian gave them a summary of how everything came to be while the two gave him the surprising reaction he had already expected. “So faith brought the two of you together.” Johnny chuckled. In the beginning, Christian liked to call it a coincidence and not really faith, but now even he was starting to think otherwise.

Christiana was ready to reclaim her voice, to rewrite her own story, and to forge a future guided by her own strength and convictions. Christiana sat alone in her study, the soft glow of candlelight casting a warm and contemplative ambiance. The room was adorned with shelves of books, each filled with stories of strength and resilience. As she perused the titles, her mind wandered to the situation with Tiger, and she found herself grappling with a difficult truth.

He looked at Nancy and Yvonne and said, "Let's go inside." Margaret watched Christian not only refuse to get angry but also defend Yvonne. She couldn't help shouting, "Christian, do you realize what you're doing? You're corrupting a child!" Christian ignored her. He took Yvonne's hand, and Yvonne grabbed Nancy's, and the three of them walked into Jubilee Manor together. Once inside, Christian turned and closed the door behind them. The moment the door shut, Yvonne made a contemptuous face at Margaret and mouthed the words, "Old witch."

Christian sighed in distress and he moved closer to her. “Let’s leave Rhoda, you can talk to Jacob later. He would only get angrier if we didn’t leave as soon as possible.” He tried to talk sense into Rhoda’s head as he was so sure that the only reason why Rhoda was still alive right now was because she was RHODA MIKELSON. Sniffing back her tears, Rhoda raised her swollen eyes to look at Christain’s face. “I was only… I…was.” She stuttered as Christian wrapped his hands around her to comfort her.

The walls buckled. The ceiling stretched higher and higher until it vanished into darkness. The warmth of the house turned rancid. Family photographs melted, dripping down the walls like tar. The floorboards cracked open—not deep chasms, but mouths, whispering things Garrick couldn’t understand. The hearth erupted with black flame. Christian’s face twisted first. His jaw dislocated. His eyes turned white. His voice gurgled like broken glass. He took a step forward—and with each step, his limbs grew out of proportion. A grotesque, warped version of Christian, towering over Garrick like a shadow with no soul.

All the characters, places, ideas or events mentioned in this book are purely fiction and does not relate to any living or dead. All the story settings and other elements are purely my imagination and fictional. Most of the concept about Heaven and Hell are based on Buddhism and Christianity. The genre of the story is fantasty romance so there will mentions of supernatural creatures and magic. Stealing of my work/any idea will serve you severe punishment as plagiarism is a serious crime. All rights reserved San 2045

"Dug deep, like you wanted." Zeke took the file and returned to his desk, flipping it open immediately. His eyes scanned the pages, the details hitting him like a freight train. Damien Hartley: 29 years old, game developer from an affluent religious family. At 20, he'd been kicked out for his attraction to men. His family had locked him up, subjected him to sessions meant to "cure" him—starvation, beatings, chains—until he'd faked his way out, grabbed his savings, and fled. He'd moved in with Eli, who was just a friend at the time. Their relationship had started as friendship for five years, then evolved to friends with benefits for a year, before becoming full lovers. It was a history of su

Christian asked calmly, with a hint of happiness in his voice, but both Danny and Daniel were looking at him with suspicious eyes. When Mishka heard his cheerful tone, she was relieved. She looked up at him and nodded her head. “Well, I am enthralled with your surprise gift and now I want to give you something in return!” Christian said with an evil smirk on his face but innocent Mishka didn’t notice it at all, she was glad that he didn’t get upset. “Let’s start the ceremony!” The priest stated, standing between them, and opened the Holy Bible “Repeat the vows after me,” He said to Christian, and he nodded his head.

—JENNIFER— And when exactly has my fate sided with me?? Never. Duh!! I clenched my jaws seeing Christian walking towards us with Alex by his side. All my prayers and bargains of not reading smut and eyefucking the hot guys ,with God and his angels went into vain. At Least you got saved from the deadly promises!! My conscience giggled and I shooed it away focusing on the devil in front of me. His eyes met mine with the matching glare that I was throwing his way. But we got interrupted by Matthew.