Cross Country Novel Novels & Stories

"He's coming, but, when I can't tell you." Dreading the next few days couldn't happen. I had to be calm. Getting the packs together was going to be hard. We were the biggest pack in America. We stayed in the HOH Rainforest of Washington State. Seattle was a little over four hours away. There was also Port Angeles and Oylimpia. Near us stood Mt. Olympus. Not the one in Greece, but the same name. Suddenly I froze. "There's no way. Is there?" Hercules said startled. "It has to be a coincidence. They were named many years apart "

No surprise there seeing as the school didn’t seem particularly interested in whether or not the students had a social life. An hour into my student detailing, my shirt catches in a crack on the table. I hadn’t realized just how far I had bent down studying their faces. I yank on my shirt, bringing both my empty mug and the file crashing to the ground. Muttering a curse under my breath, I bend to pick up my mug and as I make for the files I realize it had opened to a different page on impact with the floor. Two sets of light brown eyes stare up at me. The next thing I notice is the beautiful trail of light brown specs that line his nose and cheeks. “Hosea Navarro,” I mutter. Attached to his

Dinda said with a long look at Gaia which was immediately greeted by Mona's nod, making Dinda squeal with delight and hug her niece. "Auntie's niece is so beautiful, you'll have to stay at my house later. I'm looking here now, not abroad," Dinda said, making Gaia's eyes light up when she heard the word abroad. "Wow, overseas, auntie. Can you tell me how nice it is to live there? I really want to play in the snow, it's so cute when I see it on television." Gaia's exclamation made Dinda laugh and ruffle the little girl's hair.

The new couple will spent a trip to connect their selves towards each other and strengthen their love and company. Aria is totally red reading the book of mortals. She jumps out of her big and soft pillowcase in excitement and plans to inform her husband this instant. She runs to her closet and look for a dress. She will visit Conri in the grand hall and tell him the fun story.

Christmas was the reading of the book. This Christmas, Don's book was a novel—Norwegian, which was not a coincidence, a novel by the same writer whose essays were in the Norway reading programme. The novel was called The Dark Year, and it was about a man who spent a winter alone in a cabin in the far north of Norway, experiencing the full darkness for the first time. Don had been saving it since September, when he had finished the essays. He had placed it on the shelf above his desk, the designated holding place for the Christmas book, and had not opened it once.

Clara was just fifteen years when she left Italy, she had begged one of her uncles who was her father's brother to take her away from her parents. After much hesitation, he agreed and arranged for their flight to California. He was the one who chose California as where she would migrate to because he remembered that California was the previous home of Dana and Harriot before they moved to Italy. He traveled with her and sorted out things for her before he left. When Dana found out about it, she was mad and even attempted to arrest her brother-in-law but Harriot defended his brother. She called Clara so many times but all to no avail.

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.

Then she picked up her phone, and scrolled, scrolled and scrolled. Then stopped. “Business mogul and billionaire tycoon Jasper Moretti found dead in abandoned house” the headline of the news read. Her heart skipped. "Is this one of Ethan's friends?" She asked herself. “Might be a coincidence. Maybe a name sake.” She dropped the phone and took up the book once more. Flipping more pages even though her head screamed not to. She flipped once then stopped, and flipped it back. Her heart dropped. "Nolan Cross.” Boldly written in black ink, different from the others.

I inhaled the fresh sweet of the garden with my eyes shut and breathed it out. I brought out a novel from my hand bag which I bought from a bookstore last week. The name of the novel was In His World written by an author named Russell. I was really enjoying the book, the book was about a weird prince called Chad and a woman named Amelia, it wasn't just a normal romance novel, it was filled with a lot of thrillers and interesting plot twists. The book was slow burn, In the current chapter I was in Prince Chad and Amelia had just started to get along with each other and this made me happy, but I was also very curious about the ending of the book, whether Prince Chad and Amelia would later fall