Criss Cross Novel Novels & Stories

As Riana read on and on about Angela she was amused, she couldn't believe that the innocent-looking girl could be this cruel. Perhaps the sayings. ' Don't judge a book by its cover ' ' Wolves in sheep clothing. ' Are true after all. She soon got to find out how Angela made sure to eliminate people in her way to get whatever she wanted and also how she sent hired assassins to her competitor just to win a competitor. Riana shivered involuntarily as she read on, then she thought. ' if a young girl of Seventeen could do this what more could an older girl do? '

Her voice was gentle but firm as she grasped my wrist with her fingers and gently pulled up, encouraging me to let go. Callie reluctantly leaned back, and I finally relented and followed her. I was covered in blood, my hands, my chest, and my arms were all stained with the bright red of Beatrice’s blood. I could see blood on Callie’s shirt, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from staring at the stains, the beauty of the shape mesmerizing me. The red blood had been in Beatrice’s veins not just twenty minutes ago and now it was painted across Callie’s chest, a Rorschach test for me to figure out the mysteries in my mind.

He consumes me. The pen stilled. She pressed the tip to the page until it nearly tore, because the problem wasn’t love, the problem was what love looked like in Adrian Cross’s hands, fire and steel, blades hidden in velvet. He fought like the world owed him blood, and every time someone touched her shadow, he turned darker. The sound of footsteps pulled her from the page. Heavy, deliberate, pacing. She closed the journal, tucking it beneath the pillow like contraband, and looked up.

Without wasting time, he wrapped his hand around me and captured my lips in a kiss that did nothing but bore frustration into my skin. He was watching, I could feel it. The hairs on my body stood on end. Damian finally ended the kiss, looking me over with a sexual glint dancing around his eyes. "Miss Donna..." His unmistakable deep voice hit my ears, my core, and reverberated through me. Relief was dancing around my eyes when I turned, craning my neck to meet his gaze. But it was on Damian, sharp and murderous. "Can you give us a minute?" He wasn't asking, he was demanding.

Jaxson added, "Peace holds. Thanks to elder wisdom." Lena wrote, "Old allies praise the guidance." Sara finished, "Resolution solid. Leaders stand proud." Tom sent last. "Crisis passed. Your way worked." Dane and Ezra climbed a familiar ridge to watch from afar. Figures moved in the border valley. "Look at that," Dane said. "Resolution happening." Ezra stood shoulder to shoulder. "Smart choices paid off. Peace stronger." They talked as they observed. "Old allies shake hands down there," Dane noted.

I groan low, pressing fully against her, losing myself in her heat, in her scent, in the way her body yields to mine. “Crosswalk…” she whispers, almost a plea, almost a warning, almost surrender. I let my lips meet hers again, hard, deep, urgent. Her hands roam my back, tugging me closer, needing me even as she tries to resist. Her legs tighten around me, her body flush against mine, every inch of her trembling, every gasp, every moan, a symphony of fire I can’t resist.

I said as my shoulders began to shake. "What the hell are you talking about?" Drake asked. "Ciao, il dottor Reynolds," a familiar voice suddenly said from behind me. My breath caught, for when I turned around, Crissy was walking into the room, wearing the wig. The light blonde streaks in her wig caught the sunlight, creating an angelic effect. "Crissy!" I said, rushing across the room to pull her into my arms for a hug. "Come ti senti?" I asked her how she was feeling and she replied, "Magnifico!"

I’m not used to being served in a communal dining room, but that’s how things work in Atticu’s packhouse. ”Hey, who finally decided to grace us with his company?” Atticus pointed. He is at the head of the table talking with other pack members. I noticed the fucker was smirking from ear to ear. I don’t know what he finds amusing, but when I turn around to where his gaze is trained, I find Crissia standing on the stairs wearing the devilish red dress that bewitched me the night before. “Crissia! What the fuck do you think you are doing?” She flinches but doesn’t back down and walks to my side, lacing her hand between mine.

Auxel, who was closest to the chair, immediately opened the goodie bag, and took out two books that were quite thick. As he flipped through the book, he saw the title of a novel that had made his travel across America just to get it. "Crazy!" the man said involuntarily. Brandon immediately picked up the book, and his eyes opened wide. "Axel, where did you get this novel?" "It's no longer in production because Little White Rose is on hiatus. In fact, we read this novel in turn from the community we joined." Axel didn't answer immediately, he chose to enjoy the taste of caramel macchiato that always made him happy.

Since we were born only a fews months apart from one another we decided to celebrate it together this year. These past 5 years were the greatest years of my life so far. After giving birth to Cris on April 19th everything in my life changed once again. I quit my job in the kitchen and started working on writing my own book which is now out and has sold over a million copies. Nicola still runs his mafia business but tries his best to be at home with me, Rose and Cris. About a year after having Cris I found out I was pregnant again this time with a girl, little miss Carmen Rosi. She is the light of my life.