Christopher Argent Novelas e Histórias

he spoke again and I froze and turned to him. "i am not your friend. I do not like you, I would rather not have a conversation with you." I said not wanting to have to continue whatever this shitty conversations sequence was. "Ok, my bad. Me grumpy" he said raising his hand. christopher was now on stage. I focused on him. "Tell us what's your name sir" "I'm Christopher" he grinned and people clapped. "We have Christopher here he's Mr Abyss's partner. What do you do Christopher?" he asked

He tucks away his rosary, reopening that cut across his palm. “Henry, don’t!” the spirit inside Jessi Ross wails, and I tense up all the further, running through the possibilities of just what that dripping line of blood from Sicillio’s palm is intended to conjure. “Do not use that name,” ‘Christopher’ snaps, eyes burning into Renata. “I am Saint Christian now, the only true saint.” His eyes dart to the real Christian in blistering glare. “And I said I would not suffer to see you again, you bloodsucking—”

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

You will forever be in my heart. Logan X

to row back to the shore, something happened beneath them. The boat began to rock vigorously. Startled, the twins grabbed the edge of the boat and looked at each other with scared, wide eyes. "What's going on? Todd!" Emily cried. As the swamp Waters around them began to wave back and forth Emily let go of the boat sides and flung her arms around her brother. Todd kept a firm grip on the sides of the boat and looked around bewildered. "I don't know Emily!" He grabbed a hold of his sister as a large grey claw grabbed the boat and lifted it slowly out of the water. The twins shrieked in fear. Five skinny, long fingers covered in what appeared to be boils had a hold of them. They sat very stil

"Just f*cking tell me, mate." "I don't really know. Not that much time. Why do you even ask? Is everything alright?" "Actually, when I was deeply investigating about the Ace guy you recently told me about, I quickly found out that Angelina and her small family didn't actually live in L.A., or anywhere close for that matter. She abruptly moved there just a few short years ago. I aggressively tried searching about her past life before that, and then I quickly found out that she's originally from London. Born and entirely brought up right there, but anyways, do you know what is incredibly strange at the very end of it?"

“Are you serious? You ratted me out, Chris! You told them about my ability! You do realize that it’s not only me you betrayed, right? What about Cole, what about the pack? What about Heidi…” Chris’ eyes narrow on me at the mention of his mate’s name. “Why do you think I did it?” he snaps. “They promised me that Heidi and our pup would be safe if I went along with them. We weren’t going to beat them, Astrid. I had to make sure they were safe…” “You’re pathetic,” I hiss, turning away. I can’t even look at him. I let my throbbing head fall back against the wall behind me, drawing deep breaths in and out. Trying to process the bomb he just dropped.

“I’m more grateful that you’re alive, Christopher. You don’t know how much life span this has added to my existence.” Christopher smiles. “On a positive note, you became the world’s hero—the one who exposed Project Empire.” “Well, I couldn’t have done it without Cross. You remember Cross and Chelsea?” “I do.” “You may not know this, but Chelsea was the Yesli Toorsman whose story went live years ago. And Cross was Zeath’s missing brother, Zachili.” Christopher huffs. “Wow.” Then his tone changes as he slowly nods. “It’s sad they’re both gone.”

“If I held on, after all the loss that I went through, and if I stayed strong to raise you as a grandson without throwing you out like others would do to bastards; it is because I never saw you as any less than my grandson. When it comes to her, I never did bother looking at her, and I never asked to see her. If she sees me as a stranger and if she treats me as one, then she is not to be blamed. But you, you are to be blamed, not once, but a thousand times if you see yourself as one because you know, very well, that you were never treated as a stranger or as any different. If anything, you got the Sforza last name, the blood of a noble, and the lead of a creed.” “I am not going to work with

I was just about to fold myself into the vehicle when I halted, glaring Victor dead in the eyes as I questioned, "How can I be certain that you don't plan to do anything to me?" Victor huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose as his features twisted in a pensive mask. After a minute or two, he began signing, "Message your friend. Tell her you're with me. My name is Victor Silva. If she doesn't hear from you in the morning then she should file a charge against me." Silva. Hispanic decent. His tanned skin suddenly made a lot of sense. I fished out my phone from the pocket of my trench coat and opened a chat with Erica.