Criss Cross Novel Novels & Stories

Happily, he tucked it under his arm and kept browsing for possible additions to his book list for the week. As he was doing that, he stumbled over someone who was sitting on the floor, their back against the book case. As an apology already forming on his lips, he looked down to see who he’d almost stepped on. He couldn’t believe his eyes when Ceanna looked up, already protesting against the interruption. The moment she saw who it was, she shut her eyes in what can only be described as exasperation. “You have got to be kidding me,” she moaned. Immediately dropping down beside her, Keion smiled charmingly. “I see you’ve resorted to making me literally fall for you, babe.”

After Cassie and Chloe’s talk, they both head home and when Cassie arrive home Ana was already waiting for her there looking paranoid and sigh in relief as she saw the twins. “You got home late, it’s almost dark, next time please be home early. I don’t want some people to be curious of them and I’m scared that some paparazzi will follow you.” Cassie nodded and was about to tell the encounter with Ann but forgot as she saw her brother James and got distracted as she saw that it was talking to Pearl. Ana’s POV

I ask pleading with her. Yushraf could you believe I have to serve that girl as her maid before you were released? Could you believe landlord wanted to rape me just because of his money and after several pleading he just gave me two days to pay him or he will throw us out. That was how I ran out of the house with my golden necklace to sell, only to be hit by a car. Could you believe that car that hit me did it intentionally because the car was park at the road side and immediately when I was crossing the road, the same car that was park at the road side came with full speed and hit me and immediately ran away and then my vision also become blur. Tell me is that not plan? I have a feeling tha

Blinding. Something collides with the back of my skull and my world tips. I collapse forward, hands scraping against the floor, vision flickering. The voice changes. Now female. Cold. Detached. “He talks too much.” My blood sings in my ear. My body is failing me, limbs heavy as lead. The man speaks again, voice lower. “He’s remembering, that’s the problem.” I try to lift my head and everything spins. Then I feel it–something brushing my face. Fabric. Tight. Restricting.

“I’m simply saying: the Cross effect is doing what it does. Rebranding. Repurposing. Turning a woman who walked out of your house with nothing into a symbol the city wants to cherish.” He didn’t answer. He couldn’t. A few weeks ago, Mya had been a footnote, relegated to gossip blogs and pitying whispers. Then Cameron Cross had posted a photo at a dinner table, and the headline writers had done the rest: From Abandoned Wife to Billionaire Heiress. He had scoffed at first. It would pass. The city’s appetite for redemption had the attention span of a child; they would feed and forget. They hadn’t. And the first shocks were already rolling through his world.

... The bookstore manager seized Thomas Morrow's arm, his voice low but firm. "Sir, please keep it down. You're disturbing the other readers." Thomas's eyebrows twisted into knots of rage. He jerked his arm free with a violent shake, growling, "Didn't you hear me? I'm your boss's boyfriend, and you want me to whisper? I can get you fired in a minute!" He smoothed the wrinkles from his silk cuffs, then cast a disdainful glance at my simply short-sleeved shirt. "That kid and his father are clearly contagious. Clear the store and sanitize every surface."

Chapter Seventeen Annika's POV “Large amount?” I turn to Susan and then back to Sloane. I don’t know why Susan is asking me such a question or what she might be needing it for. “Yeah. If we want to access these lies that Ares has put in your name on this divorce file, we need some strong connections to be on our side. He sure knows what he’s doing.” Susan walks over, her dark hair pulled into a sharp bun, her lawyer’s eyes already dissecting every line of the document like a surgeon with a scalpel. She places the file down in front of me with more force than necessary.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

Everything sounds ridiculous, but being reborn made her believe in them. "Through a series of tests," Jasmine answered, a hopeful expression on her face. Author's Note If you have read the first book of this series, you would know about the supernatural elements it has. I am sorry if this comes as surprise to you. You can read ' Redemption's Sweet Temptation/ Rebirth insatiable CEO hubby ' for a better understanding.

She looked up at Marcus, deeply grateful for the man who had pulled her off that freezing bridge a year ago, healed her broken spirit, and loved her son as his own. "Let's draft the papers," Sienna said quietly. "If Alexander wants a war, we'll give him a union he can't touch." Thirty floors above, inside the glass cage of his private office, Alexander Cross stood in absolute darkness. The city lights blinked like distant stars across the skyline, casting long, sharp shadows over his broad shoulders. On his mahogany desk, his phone buzzed violently with notifications from his panicked board members, demanding an emergency meeting to address the supply-chain breach.