Criss Cross Novel Novels & Stories

She analyzed his hand as if it was a bomb instead of a gesture of politeness. "So how did you two meet?" Steve asked giving Creed a very distasteful once over. "In Washington," I answered quickly. The lies had started. "So this is why you've been gone for so long." Kris looked between me and Creed. She bit the corner of her lip a unconcious habit of hers I noticed over the years when she was trying to figure something out. She often did this when we had Math exams. "I just remembered I forgot something in the car. I'll be back," Creed said and left the room before I could stop him.

Why could they possibly want my blood? Oh Goddess, am I being ritually sacrificed? My mind raced as I watched my blood drip down to the ground into the crevice before me. As he held my hand and kept squeezing to keep the blood flowing, Crystalla crouched down and started to wave her right hand back and forth over the crevice. Within seconds of her doing this, the crevice filled with a black liquid and mixed with my blood to form a stream. The stream flowed through the circular crevice and began to fill up the inner circle that surrounded me.

“No. Just pieces. A woman. A pyre. Her name is always out of reach.” They stood there, frozen in something neither fully understood. Leo’s voice dropped. “Do you believe in past lives?” Cris looked up at the moon. “Not until tonight.” “Why tonight?” “Because I think I just met someone I’ve lost before.” Leo’s breath caught. He stepped closer. “I don’t even know your full name,” he whispered. “Cris Orven. And you?” “Leo Drazan.” Their hands brushed. Neither pulled away. The moonlight wrapped around them like an old song remembered.

Since then, Claudia loved me as a friend and introduced me to Chriss. Chriss is the chief editor, while Claudia is the secretary of Chriss. My novel, which has been in the genre of romance and horror, has been loved by Chriss, my book was published, and I got a lot of profit until my name was famous. Claudia is also the one who taught me many things about the world of entertainment because I was also invited to several talk shows.

“Darling.” Sett faced Xavier with a crooked smile. “The whole place seemed a mess, and I just didn’t want anyone coming to steal your precious research away.” Sett widened his crooked smile and slowly but confidently walked towards Xavier. “We wouldn’t want to lose our ticket out of here.” He finally got to Xavier as she lowered the gun that had been pointed at Anderson the entire time. Sett seeing that, looked at Xavier passionately and leaned in for a kiss.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

“Hmm, I think it was by something Sharpsbury.” “Oh Adriata Sharpsbury. She’s wonderful. Very prolific. We only carry her “Frostgarden” collection but I have a pretty good relationship with her publisher, if you’re interested in her other works.” “Don’t you also carry that new book? That purist one?” Eclipse’s mate interrupted. “What’s the author’s name? Crayton, Crishton-” “Crichton,” Janessa supplied. “Crichton, that’s it. I’m surprised that you would carry such drivel,” he said snidely. Eclipse’s eyes darted to Trick, knowing her mate was stepping on to thin ice.

His hand shook just slightly around the knife. Nova’s heart pounded. “Stop it! You don’t know what you’re talking about!” The laugh came again, low and cruel. “Oh, I know everything. More than you, Nova. More than him.” Cruz growled weakly. “Stay… away… from them.” The voice softened, mockingly tender. “But why would I? When you’ve given me the perfect gift—your blood on the ground, your guard shattered, your woman trembling. This is the night your kingdom falls, Cruz Maddox.”

“We confirmed it. The Revenant took the contract. The one assassin everyone was terrified of. The one no one sees coming.” I let out a sharp breath and turned away, staring out the window. Moscow glowed beneath us, golden lights hiding rotting bones. “How the hell did he get to him?” I muttered. “That place was a fucking fortress.” “She’s a ghost,” Alek said quietly. “No pattern. No signature. She picks her kills like a god picks storms.” “She?” He nodded. “Her real name’s Amara Voss. Used to work under a few aliases; Russian, Italian, Middle Eastern. Never caught. Never seen. Just bodies and flames in her wake.”

Even with the flowers and air fresheners in the chapel, sometimes we could feel a waft of air heavy with the smell of burned meat. Still, I couldn’t stop thinking about the fire. It was stronger than reason. A masochistic need to torture myself. The worst physical pain Iris had ever faced was when Sara, her best friend, shut the car door and crushed her hand, breaking four of her fingers all at once. The pain was so intense that my sister peed herself in front of everyone. The urine ran down her pencil skirt while she screamed in agony. I remember how she looked at Sara—the one we’d known since childhood, the one who did Iris's homework, who spent hours at our house, who rolled out a red car