Christian Isaiah Age の小説・ストーリー

“You had wolfsbane, didn’t you?” My head snapped towards him. Isaac averted his gaze from the woman. The woman frowned before her eyes cut to my form. “Ah, Luna Kathryn. I am Felice. I apologize for my manners, but this one,” he pointed at my mate, “has been giving me troubles ever since he turned 21.” “Felice,” Isaac protested with a grunt.

I threw it away and was about to storm off to my room but mother held my arm. I looked at her and narrowed my eyes at her. She opened her mouth to say something but decided to close it afterwards. Like she was trying to tell me something but couldn't. Very proficiently, she decided to change the sentence as she said, "I leave the decision to you." She said firmly and left. I sighed deeply and stared at the ceiling. Being unable to sleep I just stare aimlessly. Immerse in thoughts and uncertainties, I closed my eyes. Christian Elvis, A 29 years old billionaire. A divorcee, how can I marry someone who is too older than me and is already divorced. Why would he want to marry me in the first plac

We have lived in harmony with other species for just as long, and our bond with each other has grown stronger. Isaiah is now four, and a whirlwind of energy. He is a big brother to Gabriel and Elise. They are three and one. I told Elijah I don’t want any more children, to which he replied I had to tell the Moon Goddess. If she decides to bless us a fourth time, I will be going to her world and smack her! Grandmother or not, I don’t want any more children, and so far she has listened. It also helps that we are using protection.

I cut him off. He glares at me, and I smirk. I've realized now that he really hates being cut off, so I gain more pleasure from doing it. "What are you on about? You don't know me." He sounds pretty sure of himself. I grin widely. "Sure I do. You're Christian Isaiah Thompson," he swallows when I say his full government name. "You play for England's Egos, and you've been with them for a while. You're 33, and you've played soccer for nearly two decades. You're hot—" I pause, and watch him grow increasingly uncomfortable.

4 years later~ Today is Christian's birthday, yes today it's his 22 birthday. That's only just a number, he's 22 but he act like 12. Christian came home from Autralia today because of some business. That's good, he won't bothering me when I'm making a cake for him. He message me that he wanted to have dinner with me tonight but I ignore the message. He must be at the plane now or he already called me for ignoring his message

Christian scoffed lightly and turned his head forward with no further questions. Christian Asher, 28 years old, with a chain of companies. He is one of the most influential men in the business world, 6' ft tall, with big brown eyes and dark straight hair. He is street-smart, business oriented, secretive, confident, and sporty, That nation's perfect man. Though he is well known, he keeps to himself a lot, and nothing much is known about him. Including the fact that he's happily married.

I didn't know whether the seating arrangement was intentional or just fate, but I somehow ended up right next to Isaac. At the table, the elders began asking him about his plans for marriage. Victoria sighed. "Don't even get me started. Isaac is 34 years old and refuses to talk about settling down. All of you should keep an eye out. If you find someone suitable, send her my way." Isaac, usually calm and composed, actually looked embarrassed. His eyes shifted toward me behind his gold-rimmed glasses. My heart skipped a beat before I quickly looked down at my plate and focused on eating.

Happy, Christian holds her by the hand and the two of them walked to his bedroom. I am sure he's going to show her the cloths I got for his birthday happening tomorrow.. Fuck! I almost forgot that his birthday was tomorrow, with everything that is happening, who would blame me.. Elisa came to see me in my Bedroom. After spending some hours with my son.. I saw her coming and asked after my son. "Is Christian sleeping?" "Yeah! He is," she took me over to the bed and made me to sit down.. "So tell me, what about Christain, how did he come back to life.?"..

she blurted out sincerity written all over her face. For one dangerous second, neither of them moved. Then Christian suddenly released her wrists and stepped back. “Fine,” he muttered coldly. “Since you want answers so badly…” He grabbed her arm again, though less aggressively this time, and pulled her away from the wall toward the couch inside the office. “Sit.” Daniella frowned slightly but obeyed. Christian remained standing for a moment before finally speaking again. “When my father died,” he said quietly, “I was twenty-two.” Daniella looked up at him immediately.

I said, walking past her but she blocked my way, actually her watermelon-shaped baby bump did, and I sighed, avoiding to meet her gaze. "What's bothering you, Christian? Tell me.." she whispered, placing a hand on my cheek and I looked down at her, blinking back my tears. "I didn't want to.. lose you again, Izzy.." I told and Isabella stared at me for a moment or two before chuckling loudly. "Are you still recalling that incident?" She asked, running her fingers through my combed hair. "Haley is four years old now, Christian.. It happened four years ago-"