What Does Chris Afton Look Like Novels & Stories

They were sharp and observant, reflecting his keen instincts and unwavering focus when facing the forces of darkness. In terms of physical appearance, Christopher was a staggering 6'4", with the body of someone who had seen their fair share of action. He possessed a strong, muscular build that spoke of years of training and combat experience. His body was honed to perfection, a testament to his dedication and unwavering resolve. His broad-shouldered frame spoke of strength and determination. As he approached Logan's desk, Logan couldn't help but notice the confident but measured way Christopher carried himself. Christopher took a seat, his back straight and his eyes focused. It was clear he

SA BASE The double iron doors opened as Chris walked in with both his hands in his pocket. He was dressed in a red hoodie and matching red joggers pants. He wore white sneakers and he wore his round glass which rested on his bridge of his nose, there was not a single smile on his face. Alexander sighted him and ran to meet him and gave Chris a tight bear hug as if he had gone missing for days. “ You can let go now ” Chris said when he saw that Alex was still hugging him and he let go off him grinning.

That could only mean one thing. Whirling, Chris gaped at the petite female in the doorway. His mate. Or so his yipping wolf seemed to think. Not even reaching his chin, she appeared of Asian descent, with dark, slanted eyes, high cheekbones, black hair twined atop her head in a bun, and rosebud lips, rounded into an 'O' of surprise. Welcome to the club. Of all the things Chris expected to encounter today ? hard to please client, a naked blonde, a late night burger at Al's ? he didn't count on meeting the woman he'd spend the rest of his life with.

The quiet she was seeking a moment now felt eerie. She tried to rush back into the backyard to go and find Leo, but to her horror, Chris blocked her way. Unlike the dirty homeless man from that morning, now he looked refined and even charming if not for the cruel glint sparkling in his eyes. He is wearing a suit, covering his ugliness underneath. "We met again, darling" he drawled with a smirk. Esme heard that the son of Joshua Anderson is a handsome and gentle young man. But the personality of Chris which Esme knows is completely different from the Chris the world knows.

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?"

"Please, Kofi, don't do this to us. We are sorry that we fought." "Kofi, please." Arthur also followed Chris. I took a deep sigh as I uncrossed my arms, then held my knee. "Ok, then. Sit properly." I replied with a serious gaze, then a few seconds I wanted to know if they are already calmed down, "Are you two calm down now?" They both nod, and I can foresee that they have the same attitude. Chris was like another version of Arthur, same height, same body structure, handsome, and looked like a prince. "Don't nod. Answer me."

It made her look like she hadn’t put on any makeup at all and her beauty became more apparent like that. Her chestnut auburn hair was curled and it cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall. Chris was also looking hot and stylish, donning an all-white suit. His white dress shirt had no tie and two buttons were left undone. He had changed his usual taper-cut hairstyle to a low fade quiff which gave him a youthful and elegant look. When it was time to enter the hotel, Chris came out of the car first and then stretched out his hand into the car, waiting for his wife.

He was tall and a tad muscular, but if I was being honest with myself, I didn't care about how he looked. He could wear a paper bag on his head and I would still listen to him, that was how desperate I was. Chris leaned against the edge of my desk, his sleeves rolled up, a small dimple appearing when he smiled. “Sophia right?” He smiled and I nodded with a fake smile of my own. “I'm Chris.” He had a boyish tone in his voice unlike Ethan's masculine one, I facepalmed myself, I definitely need to stop comparing Chris to Ethan.

the young man announced, taking my hand and placing a tender kiss on it before letting it go. I smiled at him, and he returned my smile with a bigger, brighter one that revealed his beautiful teeth. Lycan Christopher was a dark-skinned man with jet-black hair. He had sharp cheekbones and deep-set hazel eyes that seemed to sparkle under the chandeliers. He held himself with a confidence that was both commanding and inviting, making it hard not to be drawn to him. “Chris, you sure know how to make an entrance. I thought you were so busy with work and couldn’t make it,” his mother teased.

he drawled and exhaled afterward. The room was quiet and awkward for some seconds as everyone processed what they just heard. Alita went pale-faced and her eyes drooped as her jaws set. She pursed her lips and squinted as She made a mental analysis of Chris as a man for her mother. It was inevitable not to compare him with her father. His height and his slightly bulkier body were the only things Chris had over her father. He was outmatched in every other way.