Christina Knight Novels & Stories

WELLINGTON'S POV “It is Christina Shannon.” For a good fifteen seconds, the name keeps repeating in my head for reasons I don’t care to understand. I know exactly who she is, the second wife of Mr. Kanye Shannon, which makes her Dahlia’s stepmother. I had planned to use her daughter, Victoria, to get back at Mr. Shannon for thinking he could trick me into investing in a company that is already dead. And now, the very reason that company is useless is calling me, even after I didn’t go through with my plan?

The host was Christina. She sat there crying, acting like a helpless victim. "Everyone, I was a good girl, but a certain rich heir tricked me. Then, his wife crushed me. I lost my job and my reputation… "I don't mind what they did to me, but I'm pregnant now. That rich heir vanished, and I don't even have the money to end the pregnancy. I feel so pathetic…" She held up a sonogram, showing the early-stage pregnancy. Christina painted herself as a powerless young woman destroyed by a rich heir and harassed by his wife. She cried about it nonstop in the live stream.

If she had just kept her mouth shut, she wouldn’t have looked like the fool she was now. Kristina was different from Rhea. Rhea knew how to control her temper, playing the role of the delicate and sweet woman when she wanted to. Kristina, on the other hand, was impatient—unable to hide her emotions even for a second. Kristina sniffed, tears still falling as she looked up at Knight. “Uncle, why are you siding with her? Are you perhaps being manipulated by what she’s telling you?” Knight’s gaze hardened into ice. “He who judges others condemns himself,” he said flatly. “Kristina, learn to look at yourself in the mirror before you spout such nonsense. Know the truth of what you see instead of l

"And now, for our final nominee...after rigorous deliberation by the committee. The winner of this year's best actress and queen of the entertainment industry is......" I snapped out of it, rushing towards the sofa with a soft thump. I fixated my gaze on the screen, afraid that it would all be over if i blinked . "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome on stage....Miss Irina Williams!!." - The hostess announced. The crowd cheered, applause ringing as i watched Irina walk up the aisle , a soft smile adorned on her soft features as she waved her hands gracefully. Her off- shouldered, red sequel dress sparkled under the lights. She looked absolutely stunning as the crowd adored her.

The dark-haired brother nearly choked on his apple juice. Christina fumed. "I am CEO of Sinclair News and Publishing, and princess of the Sinclair Pack. You will address me with respect." I arched a brow, letting out an unimpressed scoff. "Is that supposed to scare me? Respect is earned. And you, Christina, have earned nothing." I cut a piece of roast duck and brought it to my mouth, chewing slowly. "Oh, and in case it hasn't sunk in yet… I am to be the Luna of the Wrath Pack. If we're talking about rank, power, or supremacy…" I smiled caustically at her. "You bow to me."

“I apologize for overstepping.” “Tell me your name.” “Christina Hammock,” she replied. “But everybody calls me Christa.” “Where are you from?” “The Long Lake Pack, Your Majesty,” she answered. He was compelling her to speak the truth; that much was obvious. His aura was still strong, and I had to force myself to keep standing and not kneel by his side as well. It was difficult to look at him in this state, so I kept my focus on Christa’s pale features. The way the dark circles clung beneath her eyes and how her fingers trembled as she kept them pressed along the cool marble tiles.

Quickly. Raven… “What did you give her, Christina?” Kade demanded, narrowing his eyes at the Oriri CEO. “Is that any way to negotiate?” Christina smiled. No warmth. All venom. “My late brother was rather graceless in his negotiations. He didn’t think you would find him. He didn’t trust your abilities, Kade. May I call you Kade?” “What the fuck did you do to her?” He took a step toward Christina. “Well, believe it or not, it was a sign of courtesy. One woman to another. We do have to stick together, you know.”

It was no secret, after all. Christina had been acting like a psychotic bitch ever since she had sent Katerina away. Guess this was her way of getting revenge. But to target Elijah, that had crossed the line. Stepping out of her room, she ignored all the looks, both worried and relieved, from the servants, and calmly, she walked towards the top of the stairs. As expected, Christina was seating in the living room with her grandfather, enjoying a cup of tea like an innocent soul. That bitch, Amara thought as she descended the stairs, how dare she try to poison her fiancé and seat there drinking tea.

She wouldn’t be this upset if he didn’t take the news well. “Yes, my sister Christina. What happened Rebel?” I say as I touch her arm to offer her comfort, but she steps back and walks around me. She places her helmet on the island and looks at my sister. “Hello, I’m Christina but you can call me Chrissy. How do you know my brother?” I walk behind Rebel and she just looks at her before she snaps out of it and smiles gently. “I’m Rebel, his girlfriend.” She says. Chrissy’s eyes widen as she looks from her to me and back again.

She knew that eventually, he would be back home, she would cherish the memories they had shared and the bond they had formed. She wanted to show him how much she cared for him, and she knew that a simple "thank you" wouldn't be enough. So, she decided to do something bold and unexpected. She went shopping and bought a sexy outfit, something she would never normally wear. She wanted to surprise Delcan and show him how she truly felt. She knew it was a risk, but she was willing to take it. She texted him and told him to come home early. But he tried cause he was busy at work. He had been working late for weeks, and he missed spending time with her. When he walked through the door, he was surpr