Criss Cross Novel Novels & Stories

୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧ What choice would Izzy make when her two worlds finally collided?

Elona's POV I packed up my things because I was done writing the essay. I closed the book that I was writing in and I left it on the coffee table. Crislynn closed her book and then she packed it in her backpack. I was concerned about Mr Crane because I saw him read Crislynn’s essay and there was a shift in him. However, he knew that I saw.

Read the author's note first 1)The Biker's Obsession (Gangster, Ceo and maid romance) 2) A crush I can't date ( Have you all wondered this! Imagine two writers on GoodNovel fall in love! Imagine a writer and a reader like you fall in love ? Then you need to add this book to your library to find out more.

Yuni asked who started to examine the strange man in front of her from the bottom to the top of her head. "Who are you?" asked Yuni. "Introduce my name is Criss from United States of America." Criss answered by extending his palm in front of Yuni. Yuni returned Criss' greeting with her palms clasped forward. "Sorry, I'm not a mahram and what are your needs here," said Yuni, staring intensely at Criss, the atmosphere was cold gripping. Novi knows that the conditions are not conducive and she understands her sister who doesn't like Criss's existence. He immediately opened the topic of conversation.

For three years, I used my family's mob ties and my own money to pave the way for Declan's crew. He was the boy I survived the streets with as a kid. But at this month's sit-down, his newly hired secretary, Roxy, tossed my casino ledgers and club records onto the table in front of all the guys. She accused me of skimming profits and slacking off. "These underground banks, these smuggling docks," she read the numbers out loud, her voice full of fake outrage. "Every time she bribes someone, she skims thousands of dollars! She's lining her own pockets." "I say the Boss strips her of her club manager title right now to save our cash flow." I glanced at Declan, the boss of the crew. He knew

Isla Cross gave up her name on the company letterhead the day her daughter was born, and told herself the trade was worth it, because she still had the marriage. Then a stranger's vacation photo puts her husband's face where it shouldn't be and every time she gets close to proof, he's got an explanation smooth enough to make her doubt what she saw. A suspicious text about his sister. A friend's cryptic warning. A condom that shouldn't exist. And finally, in the lobby of the company she helped build, a receptionist who doesn't recognize her and greets the woman walking in behind her as "Mrs. Cross." Isla stops asking questions out loud. She starts building a case instead, with a little help f

"I know now. And if what you just said is true, if he is really going down, then this is what finishes him completely." I looked at the device in his hand. "What is on it," I said. Cross looked at me with those frightened gray eyes and said, "Everything. Forty years of it. Every crime. Every name. Every payment. Every order." He swallowed. "Creek kept a record of everything he ever did because he trusted nobody and needed insurance against everyone." Another pause. "He kept it because he never imagined anyone would ever get close enough to take it." The female wolf moved toward Cross fast.

It has been far too long. Crissy smiles at my softening expression. "Well," she continues the story. "Nobody thought to ask the bride if she was in agreement with their plan. She had always seemed so docile, so ready to do whatever the family needed, but this was one thing she wasn't ready to concede. She was already in love with her second cousin, Daniel Greyson."

I was in my body, still very much physically connected with Crista. We’ll have to compare notes on what we learned from Darkness and Light later. Same with another round of sex. Despite how much Chesed wants to forget dinner after getting her to our bed using the shadows. I groaned, throwing out the condom we used to see it broke. That’s not good. “You alright? You feel… annoyed.” Crista called from her closet. “Yes. Just realized the condom from earlier broke.” I explained, leaning in the doorway of her closet. She had taken off the slip and now stood in a champagne-colored bra and matching thongs looking through her wardrobe for something to wear.

Taking hold of the sandwich I quickly eat it, burning my tongue when I drink the coffee. Guess I’m on my own once again… I look over at the book Chase had given me, kind of annoyed he didn’t bring me Catching Fire as well. I go get ready for the day, not really knowing what the point is but it’s something to keep myself busy with. I get dressed in one of Chevy’s old clothes – a simple green dress with white lilies all over (really pretty) and take my time to brush my hair and everything else while starring out of the window.