Cross Roads Novels & Stories

What if fate has planned the opposite of what I planned? Fate has the power to rearrange every arrangement, and accidents happen… right? The loud screeching of tyres and honking horns jolted me back to reality, freezing me in fear. I had just stepped into the middle of the road when the traffic light was still green! My brain screamed loudly, telling me to run, but my body failed to obey the command — my knees were weak, and before I knew it, I collapsed. It happened so fast — the screeching, the honking, my fast paced heartbeat — all silenced by a loud crash!

Yet, I still crossed it. I know I had to find Lily. I had no choice but to find the girl. I shifted once I crossed, knowing that my black pelt will make it more obvious I was not part of their pack, but I will be easier hidden in the shadows. I ran through the trees, picking up the faintest scent of Lilacs. It led me further and further away from safety but closer to Lily. That was… up until my senses got overwhelmed by the smell of coffee. O crap…

Susan could only rely on the various images from the various crossings. Thirteen Rings was said to have thirteen wonderful corners where miraculous overtakes could happen. The best part was the bridge at the end of turn five. The road was only half as wide as before, there was no way two cars could pass. When the cars arrived there, the victor was basically determined before they reached the finish line. "Quickly look! Jeanne's half a car ahead!" On the first bend, Jeanne used her liquid nitrogen. Her car shot forward like a rocket, overtaking Naomi in an instant!

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

Vanessa said while looking at the water. Jake, who was driving their boat, accelerated the operation to avoid anything underwater at that time. In a few moments they passed the large rocks that blocked their way. The earlier vast sea seemed to be getting shorter and shorter because of the surroundings. It looks like there is a bridge in the middle of the sea, but anyone who wants to cross also needs to use a boat on the water. There were huge woods on either side then, they crossed it until the straight road became winding. In their minds, running was the thought that the place is like where people were praising demons in an earlier age of time. As they approached the unseen end, the way bec

He signaled for us to stay low. ​Julian and I crouched behind the stack of twine-bound newspapers on the platform. I pulled my spiral notebook from my pocket, my graphite pencil poised. ​"There's a secondary road crossing the tracks about half a kilometer ahead," Julian whispered, peering through the iron framework of the walking-beam. "It’s not a major highway, just a dirt transit route between the farming villages."

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I instructed, the driver shooting me a curious glance in the rearview mirror. The Crossroads wasn't on any map, not in the human world anyway. It was a hidden bus stop, a portal between realities, a place where the veil between worlds thinned. The journey was long, the cab weaving through deserted industrial areas, before finally pulling up at a desolate bus stop bathed in an eerie, silver light. There, under the watchful gaze of a full moon, a solitary bus sat idling. Its paint was chipped, its windows glowed with an otherworldly luminescence. This was it.

She adjusted her grip and kept her eyes on the dark ground ahead. The timber ended abruptly. The drainage canal appeared as a straight black cut in the land, twenty meters across, with a narrow concrete bridge that looked older than the co-op that had once used it. Reyes did not slow. The truck hit the bridge at speed. The structure shuddered but held. They crossed into the open on the far side and immediately angled northeast onto the service road he had named.

** Crossroads** The summer sun was high in the sky, casting a golden glow over Seabreeze as the town bustled with the energy of tourists and locals alike. Claire and Ethan’s expanded business was thriving, and the second location had quickly become a favorite spot for those seeking unique, handcrafted items that celebrated the artistry of the coastal region. The response had been overwhelmingly positive, and Claire and Ethan felt as though they were riding a wave of success that they never could have imagined when they first set out on this journey.