Is Novelist Cross Getting An Anime Adaptation Soon?

During the holiday, my six-year-old son received his cleft-lip surgery. He wore a mask and sat quietly in our family bookstore, engrossed in a picture book. A young man came in, pinching his nose dramatically as he swaggered up to the manager. "Why did you let someone with an infectious disease in here?" he demanded loudly. "Get them out!" The manager winced. "Sir, I'm sorry, but I don't have the authority to remove other customers." Undeterred, the man marched up to me. "Be wise and get out of here. My girlfriend is Imogen Slater, CEO of the Slater Group. You don't want to mess with me." I froze in stunned silence. Imogen despised all men except me, and this guy claimed she was his girlfriend.

This guy could offer me the moon, and I’d hand it right back. Never in a million years did I expect to run into the biggest crush of my childhood. But, of course, I have. And I’m reporting to him at the new company I landed a big-time job at. Arrogant. Hot as hell. Total jackass. Why he’s still single is no mystery to me. He’s not willing to settle down. He’s always been that way, and as far as I’m concerned, he always will be. But, boy, is he beautiful to look at. Every part of me screams "run" as my insides turn to mush. No. Not me too… Not again. I should be immune by now. I know him far too well to fall into this hopeless pit of adoration again. But maybe there’s a way around it. It’s his power that drives me over the edge of insanity. If I were the boss instead of him, I’d hold all the cards. Good thing I’m always up for a challenge. Funnily enough, this guy thinks he’s going to score. He might have to redefine what getting lucky looks like after me. At least, that’s the plan.

Everything went downhill when my Dad left us; my Mom was pregnant and with no support, then she marries a maniac who abuses her constantly. I knew it was the height of it all when he eventually murders her, but I'm proved wrong when I'm reunited with my long lost Dad.

Mya Smith thought she had secured her place in a life of luxury when she married billionaire CEO Damon Smith. Instead, she was met with neglect, disdain from his relatives, and a marriage that existed only in name. When Damon brazenly brought his first love, glamorous socialite Sloane Monroe, into their home, Mya finally snapped. She walked into his office, slammed the divorce agreement onto his desk, and left his sneer of “You’ll regret this” behind her. Alone and humiliated, Mya’s world seemed to collapse—until four powerful men appeared: Alexander, Adrian, Cameron, and Casey Cross. To her shock, they revealed she was not an abandoned wife, but their long-lost sister and rightful heiress of the Cross family empire. With Alexander’s wealth, Adrian’s legal brilliance, Cameron’s fame, and Casey’s fierce loyalty, Mya was reborn as Mya Cross, and the world took notice. But Damon would not let her go so easily. Fueled by obsession and wounded pride, he launched a scandal to ruin her—fabricated affairs, forged evidence, and whispered lies meant to destroy her image. Yet his scheme backfired spectacularly. On live television, her brothers dismantled the lies and exposed Damon’s affair with Sloane. Overnight, Damon lost his family, his investors, and his reputation. Now hailed as a wronged but dignified heroine, Mya shines brighter than ever, her name synonymous with power and grace. And when Damon returns, broken and begging for another chance, her brothers deliver the final, cutting verdict: You will never be near our sister again.. The Cross Family is a tale of betrayal, rebirth, and revenge—where one woman learns that losing everything was only the beginning of finding her true self.

I met the Alpha who I vowed to never ever see again. I hate this world. I hate myself for being an Omega. I hate nature. I hate myself. I hate this Alpha who's looking at me like he owns me. I do not belong to anyone.

Trevor Farren cheated on me—with a hostess, no less. He bought her a villa, handbags, necklaces, and even whisked her away to the Maldives. Everything I had, she had too. In my fury, I resolved to retaliate. I found myself in the smoky halls of a nightclub, learning shameful, provocative moves from the women there. I would seduce him and make him fall for me all over again. I vowed to crush him in the end. I'd ruin him. Strip him of everything he held dear until he tasted the bitterness of despair, the way I had. Standing before the mirror, I traced my curves with a sly smile. "Trevor, do you like what you see?"