Cross Roads Novels & Stories

Inspector Eallric's 404 picked up pace as it raced down a sloped, remote alleyway which went on below a bridge that connected Brickfield Row and Dove Route together. The alley, Providence Passage, had congested waste bins - places of tourism for flies and maggots, nearly everywhere one's neck turned.

I responded with a glare. The shorter staff cleared his throat. "If you'll both kindly show us your key cards, we can straighten this out." "gladly," I huffed, shoving mine forward. Mr. Smug did the same, sliding his out with infuriating calm. the staff scanned both cards, their brows furrowing. My stomach churned. Finally, the shorter one looked up nervously. "There's been a double booking. Both of you are registered to this suite." I blinked. "You've got to be kidding me."

Nicholas muttered to himself before quickly dialing Madison's number. The moment the call got through, Madison asked, "Is Astrid still nowhere to be found? Several of my collaborations have been canceled, and I've also lost my endorsements!"

… Isolde gave Seraphina’s family a polite nod, her smile composed and elegant. “Having weddings on the same day is a kind of fate, isn’t it? “Let me and my husband also offer our congratulations.”

My only saving grace was that the door was wide open, so I doubted he’d try anything. “Are you ok Miss Cross?” he questioned. Something clicked for me. “How do you know my name?” “It’s on the register,” he replied. I raised an eyebrow at him. “Except it says Hunt on the register.” He scratched the back of his neck, bringing my attention to his delicious arms. “Lucky guess?” There was something strange going on here, but I ignored it as I smirked, walking up to him. “Mr Cage whose full name I don’t know, you’re coming off as a stalker right now.”

The ministerial group were looking at the floating sofas with unblinking wide eyes. "Let's see what were you hiding~" Erik said while approaching the base of the old sofas pile. Dragging some sofas to the side, Erik exposed to the group what appeared to be an arrangement of candles. Fifty-one identical red candles were arranged in a spiral shape with a big black one right on the center of the spiral, making it the 52nd candle. Erik looked at the arrangement, analysing it entirely. After he reached his conclusion he said to the group.

Don't argue over the bridge. - Harasho, harasho. The yellow taxi drove onto the bridge. Driving over the road, the taxi driver saw a lying truck that blocked the entire roadway, bricks from an overturned trailer were scattered all over the road, several passenger cars nearby, now crumpled pieces of metal. The Arab looked at Conrod in surprise.

But, I had just found out that I was expecting Rosy, and I was completely turned around by the news. I hear the sound of tires followed by a boom. Two cars had just collided at an intersection. No smell of blood and more fear than harm, apparently. Intersection... Crossroads. I look down at my screen again and try to enter the place's name. A muffled cry leaves my lips. In the West, lost on the road in the middle of nowhere. Placed at an unlikely crossroads : Crossroad Café.

I stood still, shocked at how they'd sped past, contemplating my next action. I went after them, as fast as my feet could take me. From the small distance between us, I saw them split, one took to the right, and the other to the left side of the river. By the time I reached the river bank, I discovered there was a path before it which was split into two, two different paths. I stood at the crossroads.