Cell Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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

and to my only daughter, Celeste Isabella Moretti, age three at the time of this writing, I leave the entirety of my estate in trust until she reaches the age of twenty-five. I stop reading, and look up at Vincent. "So?" I say, but my voice sounds weak. "What is this supposed to mean? Some random will with a girl named Celeste? This has nothing to do with me." I stand up, the paper crumpling in my hand. "Don't waste my time—" Vincent's hand shoots out, catching my wrist, and to my shock, the touch is electric. His fingers are warm, strong, and the way he's looking at me, intense, burning, makes my breath catch in my throat.

United by their bond, they must resist the allure of the illusion while embracing their romantic connections. Xienma's eyes met Xavier's, and in that moment, they knew that their love for one another was stronger than any illusion. Xavier's hand found Cassie's, their fingers intertwining as they stood together, their hearts beating as one. Cassie's eyes filled with determination, her voice steady and resolute. "We will not be tempted apart," she said, her voice echoing through the forest. "Our bond is stronger than any illusion, and our love for one another is the key to unlocking the power we need to confront Drax."

Like wearing someone else's life. The cologne was on the dresser. Some brand I didn't recognize. I sprayed it once. My eyes watered immediately. Too strong. Too much. But this was what Marcus smelled like. What I had to smell like now. I stood in front of the mirror. Dark hair. Expensive suit. Cologne that made me want to gag. The person looking back at me wasn't Felix Laurent. Maybe that was the point. Day five, the phone call. My father handed me his cell. "Damien Cross's assistant is calling to confirm wedding details. You're Marcus. Don't forget."

"Fine. But I play to win." Cross's smirk grew as he allowed himself to be pulled closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "Oh, cara," he murmured, his voice filled with a dark promise. "You're going to lose so beautifully." With a sudden burst of strength, I pushed him onto the bed, sending him sprawling back onto the mattress. He looked up at me, surprise flitting across his features, before his eyes lit up with excitement. He was enjoying this, enjoying watching me lose control. I reached behind me, my fingers fumbling with the clasp of my bra, desperate to show him that I was in charge now. With a final tug, the garment fell away, my breasts bouncing free. The cool air of the room kissed my s

icon. ​"The 'Crossover' has failed to yield optimal engagement," she announced, her voice echoing from the sky itself. "Therefore, we are initiating the 'Sequel-Bait' Protocol. The 'Davis-Lead' assets will be separated. The infant will be moved to the 'Young Adult' Sector, and the Lead-Asset Nora will be relegated to the 'Antagonist' Role for the next ten volumes." ​"No!" Nora screamed, but the "Genre-Wall" wasn't a wall anymore—it was a Tractor-Beam of Light.

“What? No...he has to ask you. Maybe he’s waiting until later.” I shrug my shoulders, unwilling to dash her hopes. “Can we talk about something else, please?” Juliet interjects. “Yeah, let’s talk about how we’re going to get me a boyfriend.” Haley gives me one last pitying glance then turns back to Juliet. “Well, all the other Cross boys are taken.” She looks at me. “…Or might be. Mikhail is with Nevaeh Rivera. Carrick’s with me and Kell with…” She looks at me again and winks in encouragement. I ignore it. “…so that leaves Rowan. Maybe you can snatch Rowan.”