Cell Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Finally, they collapsed on the marital bed, covered in sweat and cum. Elena traced a finger over Alex’s chest. “I don’t know how I’m going to look at Marcus tomorrow, I’m completely addicted to you.” Alex kissed her deeply, then smiled against her lips. “Then don’t look at him the same way, You belong to me now.” Suddenly, the front door clicked open downstairs. “Mommy? I’m home early! The sleepover got canceled!” Elena froze, eyes wide with panic, Alex’s cum was still leaking from her ass and pussy, her body marked with hickeys and handprints.

Now, all at once, it hit me that everything I had given over the years had been nothing more than a one-sided effort. I was just about to book a flight when I realized I had forgotten my ID and passport, so I had no choice but to return home. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a mess all over the floor. Leftover snacks were scattered everywhere, along with half-finished dishes left behind. Right by the bedroom door lay something impossible to miss—a box of levonorgestrel pills and a piece of wine-red lingerie. Willow had never liked being physically intimate with me. Even Naomi's existence had come from a drunken incident.

And though Hailey didn’t know what had shifted, she knew Damon Cross was at the center of it. “Tell me something, Ava,” she said, leaning forward. “If you had a choice… would you stay in Clarisse’s world, or walk away from it?” Ava blinked, startled by the question. Then, for the first time that evening, she let herself smile, a small, dangerous smile. “Maybe one day you’ll see,” Ava murmured. “I don’t always do what my mother wants. POV: Damon The copycat sat trembling under the sterile glare of CrossTech’s private security wing. Damon didn’t usually involve himself at this level, but this wasn’t a usual case.

Life moved on around them in imperfect, wonderful chaos. And at that booth, with grease-stained baskets and fading neon above them, something quietly monumental shifted between Jayla Hale and Cameron Cross. Their worlds were still different. But for the first time, they didn’t feel incompatible. They felt like two sides of the same coin — one polished, one worn — spinning slowly toward the same center.

Emma also appeared at that moment, her eyes red as she accused me, "Claire, I could overlook it when you plagiarized my designs for your previous assignments… "But this graduation project, the 'Wild Roses' series, is something I created specifically for Victor's birthday. He even helped me with the revisions. How can you still claim you didn't plagiarize it?" All the cameras turned toward Victor in an instant as the reporters waited for his response. I looked at him too. Victor avoided my gaze and said to the reporters, "The 'Wild Roses' design is indeed Emma's creation. When we studied together late at night, I watched her draw the blueprints with my own eyes."

No hard feelings. I'll seriously bury myself if I ever fell in love with Jaxson Madrigal. [THIRD PERSON POV] Like almost all the people inside the wedding venue, Jaxson was also stunned by Cattleya's appearance when she was spit out by both large doors. He was mesmerized by her beauty and could not take his eyes off Cattleya. It seems that the more he stares at her, the more memories of his mother come back to him. He can't deny the resemblance of Cattleya and his mother. This is also the reason why just seconds after his eyes landed on Cattleya, the young woman grabbed his full attention. Her hair, her body, her eyes. She almost looks like her mother reincarnating from the past. But Jaxson

Journalists swarm toward Vivienne and Christopher like sharks scenting blood. "Miss Ashford! Can you confirm you and Mr. Whitmore are expecting?" "When's the wedding?" "How does it feel to be joining two of New York's most prominent families?" Vivienne laughs, that musical sound she perfected years ago. "We're so excited to start our family together. Christopher is going to be an amazing father." More flashes. More questions. I feel sick. Who was that man last night? Why did he call me Celeste? What did he mean when he said Richard Ashford isn't my father?

At seventeen, Damien Delta severed all ties with his best friend. Without a single word or explanation, he cut Harrison Kane, out of his life completely. For years, Damien stayed on the circuit, masterfully calculating his schedule to make sure their paths never crossed. When dodging Harrison became too difficult, Damien quit driving altogether, stepping away from the track to build the cars instead. He thought he was safe behind the scenes. He was wrong. When the Delta empire faces complete ruin, Damien is forced to break his own golden rule. Dragged out of retirement for SLAT—the most prestigious, brutal racing tournament in the world—he has to step back into the driver's seat.  And

"We have a new member - a very important member, in fact. Honestly, I don't give a fuck about your feelings about my son's marriage, so let's get one thing straight, Lyra Cross Maddox is going to get your respect, as she deserves. Like it or not, she bears my name now, my mark, and for that you will put her on the pedestal she stands on. Got it?" Grave said it with a note of finality, staring at me like he was claiming me, like he owned me. A few mumbles and frowns here and there, but a few nods could be seen as well. All the while, my gaze was on Grave and his was on me. Then it dawned on me that he had just claimed me. His members may not have noticed, but he wasn't introducing me as his s

The nexus, now a witness to their fervent romance, propelled them toward the crescendo of their cosmic love story, leaving readers eagerly anticipating the next chapter in this interstellar saga. As the cosmic whirlwind carried the Male Lead and Female Lead through the celestial currents, an unforeseen anomaly emerged—an ethereal gateway to a dimension untouched by time. The nexus, sensing the depth of their connection, unveiled a cosmic portal that shimmered with the promise of untold revelations. The Male Lead and Female Lead, caught in the cosmic tempest, exchanged a knowing glance as the portal beckoned them toward an unexplored cosmic realm.