Cross Ange Novels & Stories

Alexander Cross did not slam doors when he was angry. He closed them carefully, deliberately—because anger, when handled correctly, was fuel. The moment Eva Reyes left his office, he summoned the people he trusted with his life, his empire, and the truth. Not the board. Not PR. The internal firewall.

Ace is heading to the front door to go to the house that he's never called home. He woke up on a stiff bed, the nurse room had become one of the most rooms that Ace attended. Mr Garret was sitting beside the bed and looking at him without saying a phrase. The nurse interrupted when she announced that his brother is here to pick him up. His brothers Rolls Royce brought the attention of the teenager's eyes, his brother is leaning on the car with his black shades on. Ace sighs and walks towards the car. " who did that?!" Andrew asks and Ace can't decide if he's making fun of or not.

My mother and I were their very special customers so they gave us special attention anytime we came there. "Miss Greene? I'm Arlene Bryan." I said with a frown. It was so frustrating to be called by the same surname as that I'd my mother's father (my grandfather that I had never seen). "Oh, I'm so sorry." She apologized with a polite smile. "No problem, just don't do it next time." I replied in an equally polite manner. "Okay." She smiled. "Please, what are you here for?" "I want you to get me the best cloth of all, any cloth I can wear to go on a date… to the movies."