Novel & Cerita Butcher's Crossing Novel

With blood dripping like a spilled wine. Despite the numerous misfortunes she experienced, and having murderers as parents, it was the first time she had ever seen an actual corpse. “Alice, let’s go.” She could not help but wonder whether her parents felt this way when they killed the Roccos. Were they haunted in their sleep for killing two innocent brothers? Did the image of the corpses ever leave their mind? Alice was certain that this sight would forever be etched in hers. “Al.” A soft, warm hand enveloped Alice’s, distracting her from the corpse sprawled in front. She even felt Thomas quickly squeezing their intertwined fingers, making her heart thump against her chest wildly.

I hear a male voice around the corner of the washroom "Let go of my arm pervert!!!" Miss Harrison screams over the blasting music but the man doesn't budge and tries to kiss her and it gets me pissed as I pull him from her letting my fist do the talking on his face, I'm brought out of my anger as I feel Miss Harrison pulling me away from the man while calling my name with that angelic voice. The stranger's face is covered with blood "don't you ever touch her again, piece of shit!" I say turning to a horrified Miss Harrison who now has tears in her eyes.

Dock Yard Twelve fell quiet again—only the river’s slow movement and the faint groan of a distant train. Eva turned toward Alexander fully. “This doesn’t end tonight,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “But tonight, we took something back.” Eva exhaled, feeling the truth settle into her bones. They had baited the trap. They had held the line. They had caught the one who thought he could move money and bodies without ever being seen. And when the intermediary had panicked and tried to run, the Cross family had been ready. This time, fear didn’t win.

No, they both moved at the same time. Bang! Bang! The sheriff’s gun let out two bangs at the same time Anderson’s knife went through Miss. Agnes’ chest. Anderson collapsed on top of Miss. Agnes. The sheriff had already moved towards them and with her feet, kicked Anderson off Miss. Agnes. She had wanted to check to see if Miss. Agnes was alive, but there was no longer any need. The knife went straight into her heart. She dead

He held a combat shotgun like it was a toy. “Well, look at this,” the Butcher said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. “The prodigal son sitting in the hot seat. You really think you’re man enough to hold the Anchor, Dante?” “Go to hell,” Dante coughed. The Butcher walked over to Bianca’s unconscious form. He looked down, then nudged her ribs with the toe of his boot. “She’s the one I wanted. The wolfless bitch makes a better battery. More room for the code when there’s no soul in the way.”

The boy's eyes darted to mine, caught between embarrassment and curiosity. I smiled and waved him over. "Hey there," I called softly. "Would you like to join me?" He didn't move, just stared at me with a mixture of longing and suspicion. This cautious gaze inexplicably made me feel a twinge of pain. I set down my fork and walked over, then crouched in front of him so we were eye to eye. Up close, his features were even more striking. "I'm Audrey," I said, keeping my voice gentle. "And I have way too much food for just one person. Would you like to share my dinner with me?"

I bite down on my lip until I taste blood, until the pain grounds me, pulls me back from the edge of whatever madness is clawing at the edges of my mind. You're not his, I remind myself. You were never his. The bond is severed. He chose her. He married her. He— He bared his fangs at her. Because she was coming for me. I squeeze my eyes shut and press my palms against the floor. The straw scratches my skin. The cold seeps into my bones. Every bruise on my body throbs in rhythm with my heartbeat, a cruel, persistent drum that reminds me I'm still alive. Still here.

Unable to endure the daily beatings, she had grabbed a knife and stabbed Alaric to death. The incident immediately hit the trending charts. When the police took Seraphina away, her eyes were hollow and lifeless. I didn’t even need to file a lawsuit anymore. As for Harold and Margaret, though physically unharmed, they had witnessed Seraphina’s crime. One succumbed to a heart attack from sheer fright; the other went insane. In the end, none of them escaped unscathed. They got exactly what they deserved. Once I settled all matters in the country, I boarded a plane with my parents and Isolde, leaving for our new homes.

I spear a piece of fish with my fork and take a bite, chewing slowly while my mind races. Cross is alive. He has me trapped here. He is using me as bait to draw Erden out into the open. I would rather die than be the reason Erden walks into this trap blind. As Cross looks down at his plate, distracted for the first time since we sat, my fingers tightens around the knife. My pulse roars in my ears as I stand abruptly, my chair scraping loudly against the floor. I don’t give myself time to think. I lift the knife high and bring it down toward the back of Cross Kryne’s head.

He had hated my father ever since, and now that I had fallen into his hands, the consequences were obvious. My carefully planned escape had failed, and he dragged me back through a torn hole in the barbed-wire fence with his own hands. “Bring the others over here!” Butcher roared. Two other werewolves who had tried to escape were shoved forward by armed werewolf guards and forced to kneel beside me. They were shaking uncontrollably, gun barrels trained on their heads. Butcher reached for his waist and pulled out a rusted machete. He weighed it in his hand, the metal dull and stained. Then, he walked up to one of the kneeling werewolves, a twisted look of pleasure spreading across his face.