Cross Roads Novels & Stories

Damon crossed the floor, running a critical eye over every detail; the lighting, the projection angles, the placement of the CrossTech insignia. Everything was under control. Just as he liked it. But somewhere, in the back of his mind, the thought remained. ShadowByte is out there. And when Damon Cross wanted something, it was only a matter of time.

“You’re going to fix it.” She almost laughed again. “Fix it? Damon, there is no fixing this. The Crosses are everywhere—media, law, finance. The only thing to do now is ride it out and pray they get bored.” But even as she said it, she didn’t believe it. The Cross family didn’t get bored. They got even.

୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧ What choice would Izzy make when her two worlds finally collided?

Back then, I had held our feverish daughter the same way, brow furrowed, racing through the night toward the hospital, coat forgotten. Willow shook off the jumble of thoughts in her head and quickly swapped into a long coat. She wrapped Naomi snugly before braving the cold night to hail a cab. However, the streets were empty. No car waited for them. Willow felt Naomi's temperature continue to climb in her arms. With it, her chest tightened with panic. She had no sense of how much time had passed before a kind stranger finally stopped their car. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.

After a pit stop at the store, they were finally off – for real. Bruce ruled the road tonight and God help whoever got in his way. That’s right, Bruce, Trevor thought proudly. We’ll get there early at this rate. They crossed the bridge on a road marked US-1. They entered a town that was dark as shit and looked abandoned. “I know it’s late and this is a small town, but shouldn’t there be streetlights lit at least?” Christopher asked.

The only way to walk to her house, the distance from the coffee shop to her house is not that far, maybe only 15 minutes walk. Cara put on her earbuds, putting one hand in her coat pocket and holding an umbrella in the other. She kept humming, that afternoon the streets looked quiet, unlike usual. Maybe it's because it's been raining, the roads are muddy, the weather is also very cool and it's good to stay indoors while resting. Cara was keeping her head down when the two men accidentally bumped into her, they had just exited the convenience store and were walking without looking in front of them.

“To kill them. Trust us. This has been one fucking fucked up week.” They turned towards Havermouth. The normal bridge crossing was lost in water, but they headed towards the old train bridge which had been built higher on the bank. Both driver and passenger focused on the road ahead of them as the driver straddled the railway lines with the wheels of the 4WD and slowly made his way across. The passenger sighed out a breath as they reached the other side. “I fucking hate that bridge.”

I have to find out if this couple with the baby has one of our children with them. After about five more minutes of driving at breakneck speed, we come across a railroad crossing, and the driver slows down. “Sir, I can’t drive down the tracks, and there’s no access road, but the train is about a mile down the road here, between two intersections. I’m afraid we’ll have to hoof it the rest of the way.” “Hoof it?” I repeat, trying not to laugh. We are wolves. Why not “paw it”? He just grins at me, though, and I figure this was his attempt at trying to lighten the mood, even though it isn’t enough to humor me under the circumstances.

“That’s eight figures, Cross. Real money. Even for us.” Julian’s smile is slow and cruel. “They’re calling it the Black Run. A full sweep. Clean through Twelve. Sponsors are salivating. She’s hot, she’s new, she’s got trauma written all over her. They think she’s the first wildcard to actually make it.”