Criss Cross Novel Novels & Stories

I want to hear everything. Then I opened my laptop, cursor blinking against the white screen, and started a new document. The title came easily this time. “Crossing the Line: When Love and Ambition Learn to Breathe Together.” I wrote the first line slowly, smiling to myself. Some stories don’t end when you close the chapter. They just learn how to keep going. That night, when Ethan’s face filled my screen — tired but smiling — I realized it wasn’t the distance that defined us anymore. It was the choice to keep showing up.

I hope that you enjoyed this story. This was one of the first full novels that I wrote. If you have you will also enjoy Across the Desk and the triology that it sparked. it is a dark romance story in which a young woman, Deanna, finds her true love and they forge a bond that not even her insane family can break. The second in the story is Weathering the Storm where their story continues. Then breaking the Eye Wall which they finally find the end of their nightmare together. WEathering the storm is already on goodnovel and Breaking the eye wall will be released in November of 2020.

Really, if you remember Camellia still couldn't accept all of Crish's treatment for that very cruel one. Without Camellia knowing what really happened because at that time even Crish had no other choice, their situation was very difficult at that time, both of them were in a position where they could do nothing but follow the path of fate. But still, Camellia never wants to hear any excuses, for her Crish is the worst person because she left herself pregnant to be with a woman who is much richer than her. Crish is the form of the most greedy human being in Camellia's eyes, that's why now he is very ambitious to take revenge by draining all of Crish's wealth and that of his family so that the

Chapter 14: Stacks and Sin Cassandra’s POV “Alexander, someone could walk down this aisle any second,” I whispered urgently, my back pressed against the tall library shelves in the dimly lit basement stacks. My short skirt was already bunched around my waist, panties dangling from one ankle. He didn’t care. His tall, athletic body pinned me there, one strong hand covering my mouth while the other shoved three thick fingers deep into my soaked pussy. His hazel-green eyes burned into mine in the low light.

The edging from last week taught me how to hold it, but with him inside me it feels almost impossible. “Please, Sir… I’m so close,” I sob. “Not yet.” He pulls out completely, leaving me empty and aching. I whine at the loss, pushing my ass back desperately. He releases my ankles and wrists from the cross only to spin me around and lifts me effortlessly, pinning me against the wall with my back to the cool surface. Before I can catch my breath, he lifts one of my legs, hooking it over his arm, and drives back into me in a single brutal thrust. The new angle lets him go even deeper. My head falls back against the cross as he fucks me hard, the collar bouncing against my collarbone with every t

Grave Groaning, I pulled the blonde closer, thrusting harder while she moaned beneath me, nails dragging down my chest. Her legs trembled around my waist, but it wasn’t enough. None of it was enough. Because she wasn’t her. Every damn time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Lyra Cross. Her mouth. Her attitude. Those dangerous fucking eyes. I knew we were playing a reckless game, but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more. The girl was poison and danger, and it intrigued me. It’s only natural I love danger.

“Wait!” Both girls turned in unison. Crissy was sprinting toward them, her designer loafers kicking up small puffs of dust on the path. Her luxurious leather bag bounced against her hip, and a thick hardcover book was clutched tightly in her left hand. Strands of her usually impeccable hair had escaped their clip, framing a flushed face as she fought to catch her breath.

The cliffside mansion rose like something out of a dark romance novel, all glass and stone overlooking the crashing waves. I arrived at exactly 11 PM, my heart hammering as I clutched my portfolio. My name is Nova Ellis — twenty-four, unpublished romance writer with a drawer full of very spicy manuscripts I’d never shown anyone. Damien Cross opened the door himself. At thirty-six, he was even more striking in person — tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones, tousled dark hair, and piercing steel-gray eyes that seemed to strip me bare with one look.

He was already sitting beside her. It was then Nikka infuriated, “Why are you here?! Who permits you to come here?! This is my place!” But like deaf, he seemed didn't hear what Nikka has said. His jade-green eyes were glued on the cover of the book she was reading, then replied in the different subject. “Wow!!! You also read the novel 'I Can See It!' It was one of my favorite mystery book! I'm a huge fan of its author with the pen name 'Crossfinger'. And I've already read all of his books. Wow, I didn't expect you to read this. What volume are you? I'm in the latest volume.” He said merrily, even his eyes were sparkling happily.

#GiftOdulesi #CrossedPaths #RanaandEllen #Family #love #youngandadorableauthor #Africanauthor #readmyotherbooks #loveyouguyssomuch 💓😍💓 (Edited) Here's the blurb of The Snooty Billionaire's Maid: 👇 Roseline Kentwood (Gift) is trying to earn a living so she takes the chance of being Jace Snowman, a rude billionaire's maid. She's not an easy-going, vulnerable, quiet and a maid that'll just let anyone insult her and treat her like trash. She's fiery and wouldn't miss a chance to spit at you and let you know how ill-mannered she is if you try to look down your nose at her. Jace is loving her spirit and her fiery nature and physique, but what's kind of limiting him is his 'billionaire fiancee'