Criss Cross Novel Novels & Stories

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.

She said as she reached into her bag, bringing out a neatly stacked document, and handed it to me. "What is this about?" I asked as I received the file. "Read." She said curtly. My eyes lowered to the document in front of me. "A marriage contract to my Son - Kaleb Damian Cross." I read Wait? The Kaleb Damian Cross that is all over the media? The mysterious, cold-hearted, CEO billionaire playboy who breaks hearts like he snaps his fingers. I looked up at her. This is Gracie Odessa Cross! The Heirness of the Cross family. Mother of the notorious playboy.

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.

thank you so much. I planning on writing BOOK 2. but with a different characters found in this book. can't decide which among them. I already talked to much. hahhaha.. thank you once again.. Sincerely, RJ Cross

Conri growls… “Cr-crossbreeds…You a-are in-indeed a c-catastrophe…Y-you must vanish or else…I must inform them-“ “Do you know what? Why crossbreeds remain legends?” “Yo-“ “It’s because…no one has ever lived after seeing them.” “Ug----kkk!” Conri pulls the ice bow from the Lighten’s knee and watches him slowly losing his breath. "Con, is it not done yet?" Royu flashes in front him like a flowing soundless lightning. "Yeah, let's go. Where is everyone?" Conri asks. "Matt is already cleaning the mess. What should we do after this?"