Criss Cross Novel Novels & Stories

My coworker found out my girlfriend was a wealthy heiress, and he saw his chance to worm his way into her bed. Two months later, he strutted up to me with his nose in the air. "Your girlfriend's pregnant with my child. Do yourself a favor and back off before this gets ugly." Whose child? I froze. The problem was, the wealthy heiress "girlfriend" he kept talking about was actually a man. So whose baby was it?

Victor’s POV The intel on Adrian Cross sat on my desk like a loaded weapon, and I had spent the last two hours memorizing every detail while my mind circled the same infuriating question: how did a twenty-eight-year-old ghost from Iris's past manage to outmaneuver me at every turn? The background check had come back frustratingly thin in places and thick with detail in others. He had been born into moderate wealth and catapulted into obscene wealth when his father died under circumstances that were never fully investigated, a detail that raised the hair on the back of my neck even as my analysts assured me there was nothing actionable in the files. He had spent the subsequent years acquiring

Jane looked like she wanted to say something else—maybe scream, maybe confess—but in the end, she just turned and walked away, her heels clicking against the pavement like punctuation marks on a sentence she hadn’t finished. Riele shut the door gently. She stood there for a long moment, her hand still on the knob, breathing slowly. Her heart pounded, not from fear, but from clarity. She didn’t know what Jane had been hinting at. She didn’t know what happened that night, and maybe she never would. But she trusted Kim. She believed in what they were building. And that belief was stronger than Jane’s threats. She walked back into the living room, picked up the discarded bridal magazine, and sat

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

I wondered what the fuck her mind would be doing right now if she knew what I was doing. My brain halted in its tracks as I took in the well-dress black suit presence of Critsy walking in with two guards by his side in matching suits. His long red hair that went just passed his ears had to be taking all of the other guests by surprise but still there he stood. We made eye contact and I waited for him to look away in anger as he’d been for so long knowing I’d killed his companions but instead today he gave me a nod and smile then shook his head like he couldn’t believe it himself. My entire body exploded into goosebumps and I knew, the Crimson Priestess had struck again. This was why he was h

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Could I proceed and risk it all or just walk away from Cross… No way. I've only just tasted something so sweet and divine. Who knows when I'll run into one of these ‘mate’ things again? The book said something about triggering emotions… “Huh…” Cross? Straight good-looking nerdy Cross who hid behind big clothes and ran a boring blog… I knew how to tag down panties and keep them there but how to make a heart flutter was a challenge. The door suddenly opened and the brunette halted, onyx eyes scanning me before her lips spread in a full fledged grin revealing her fangs.

“Though honestly both are kind of small so it’s a good thing –” “Finish your sentence, Presley. I fucking dare you,” Cruz straddled her lounger, lifting her legs over his beefy thighs and holding her captive in place. “I’ve spent the last seven days tracking you down in this little game of cat and mouse and the last forty-eight hours fielding calls from friends and family begging to know all about our crazy romance which led me to posing for your book cover.” “You signed the rights to it.” “Oh, I know. I read the book. If I’d known it was a book about an extra endowed spaceman, I might have been a bit more reluctant!” He pinched her thigh, “you told me it was a cop and fugitive story.”

She felt it in her bones. Naomi had urged her to leave it alone, to wait for Adrian to come forward. But Amara’s heart ached with a truth she could no longer deny. if she waited for Adrian, she would be waiting forever. He would protect her with silence until there was nothing left between them but walls. And Amara Collins was done living in shadows. Adrian’s phone buzzed on his desk, jolting him from his spiraling thoughts. A message from his head of security lit the screen: Cross spotted leaving a private club in Mayfair. Accompanied by two unknowns. Photos to follow.

She held her new phone—the one with the uncracked screen—like it was a grenade with the pin pulled. She shouldn't look. Dr. Aris had said, disconnect. Liam had said, don't feed the beast. But the beast was already in the room. Isabella’s memoir, The Woman Henry Cross Destroyed, was currently the number one topic on T*****r. It wasn't just a book anymore; it was a cultural event. A live dissection of the Cross family pathology. Aurora opened the app. She didn't search for Liam. She didn't search for Henry.