Cross Roads Novels & Stories

He stopped his pacing and stared at me. “Do you know what this means?” His voice was lower, but he was staring daggers at me. I knew he didn’t want to be heard around the office now and I knew what that meant. I nodded. “Are you ready to burn those bridges?” Tommas asked. His eyes flashed fire but we both knew he wasn’t angry at me. Not directly at least, though he may be irritated that I had become involved with Beatrice to begin with. “I’ll do whatever is required to keep her alive,” I said.

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

He was thrilled to stand at the door, to have the wind slap through his hair and clothes while feasting on the sights outside. Soon, the train slowed down and came to a stop. Dev looked around. They were parked at some desolate place with nothing but tall grass around. He glanced at his watch. Three minutes had passed. “Are we at a station or something?” he asked the balding man. “Not really,” he answered. “There’s a crossing here. The express train is due any minute.” He paused to listen. “Talk about the devil. Here it comes.” A BLARE closed in fast and SLAPPED past.

She crossed one of her legs over the other. "It's time for her to know the true definition of her daughter. I'll make her see through me whether she likes it or not." I chuckled delightfully, positively imagining the supposed successful outcome of Sally's idea.

" He accelerated. The engine roared, eating up the desolate miles. I touched the pocket of my cargo pants. The notebook was still there. The Valravn, I thought. They know the terrain. They are probably watching us right now. I scanned the tree line. Nothing but gray bark and snow. But I knew better. Predators didn't let themselves be seen until it was too late. THE CROSSING Dead Man's Drop was a geological scar a massive ravine that separated the pack territories from the unregulated North. A single bridge spanned the gap. It was an old steel truss structure, rusted and groaning in the wind. Damian stopped the truck at the entrance to the bridge. "Checkpoint," he said, pointing ahead. There

Drew Our vans travel three deep across the Louisville Road bridge, taking a right at the river. We trek a few more miles out into the county and then turn right down one of those old country roads. You know the kind I'm talking about. It has no shoulder, no lines down the middle, and the only people traveling it are those up to no good and the maybe five people who live down it.

The smile the man is wearing wavers a bit before he nods. Mr Cross wastes on time leaving from the hotel, which he instructs his driver on where to go. Not long after, we are speeding through a light traffic, over a bridge and to where the city starts to reveal a beach lined by better looking store fronts. After the car is parked, Mr Cross and I, along with two of his bodyguards, walk down a stretch of road, passing people who stare at us and hostess or store attendants trying to get us to stop by their business.

Even though it was late, there was a busy crossroad ahead of Jo, and she knew she was going to have to at least bring her bike to a low throttle, if not stop completely, in order to safely make her way across what used to be an Interstate Highway. Since the Vampires had basically claimed much of this part of town, most of the humans who lived here didn’t ever come to these parts, or if they did, they did so in the daylight. Still, no matter who or what was driving the cars up ahead, there were more of them than Jo had collectively seen in the last few minutes since this was a major artery that cut through the center of Denver, so she couldn’t rush into oncoming traffic despite the fact that

And once a leader’s image starts to crack, it doesn’t stop until the whole thing falls apart. I called for a scribe.“One word,” I said. He dipped his quill, waiting. Agreed. Two days later, I took Kyle and one other soldier and together, we headed to the meeting point. REDD CROSSING. The land stretched wide and empty under a low gray sky. The air was cold enough to sting my cheeks. Each breath came out as a pale cloud, drifting and fading into nothing. We passed bare trees stripped down to bone, their branches scratching at the sky like claws. Once, we crossed an old bridge where the boards groaned under the weight of the car. The river below moved slowly and dark, swallowing the light.