Cross Sans Underverse Novels & Stories

Suddenly, her look was distracted by the little stain on the beige dress pants of her friend. “Let me see,” Cameron took Susan’s arm and turned to her. “What? What is it?” “I knew it.” “What? Cameron, what’s going on with my butt?” “You have a little accident.” “Oh! Damn it! What should I do?” “Mmm…” Cameron seemed to think. “Did you bring a coat or something?” “No, I left it at home. It messed my outfit.” “I think we’re the same size.” “What? What are you planning on?”

I assumed the farce had finally ended, but as I stood in the luxury boutique listening to the manager's report on last quarter's new arrivals, those same familiar leather soles echoed behind me once more. I turned, and there stood Thomas at the entrance, arm crossed with a scowl. "It's you again! Bumpkins and freaks have no business in high-end stores." He sauntered inside, sizing me up like discarded trash. "We don't sell cheap grocery bags here, old man." His gaze swept the displays before locking on the limited-edition crocodile-skin shoes in the clerk's hands. He said simply, "I'll take those." The clerk hesitated, glancing at me. "Sir..."

The horses were nowhere to be seen, and the carriage was overturned and lying a few feet away. and in the circle's center. I noticed Ash. Not like fire ash, though. It glistened subtly, reflecting an imaginary light like finely ground glass. "What in the name of the goddess..." Charles crouched next to it and murmured. "It's not natural." He was correct. This place has an off-putting energy. heavy. Too much weight. As if something undesired had been present. Something that was out of place. Vega remained pale and stiff as she stood next to me. She said, "That's where she disappeared." "That's right."

His lips find mine in a lazy, sleepy kiss and then Ryder whispers, “We need to get dressed and eat before training, Cowboy.” “You’ve got it, Babe. I have just the thing for you to borrow,” I tease, knowing his ass is rounder than mine and the shorts I plan to give him will hug the curve of his cheeks and accentuate his bulge, but also that we are each wearing a temporary mark on our throat. If we can just avoid my family noticing until we are ready.

I have scraped up knees and bruised palms to show for it. My sister adapts quicker to roaming in the forest than I do, learning where to put her feet, and how not to snap as many twigs, but I won’t allow myself to consider what the wolf said about her is true. CeCe is human. She doesn’t change into a monster beneath the full moon. And this monster who drags us through places humans weren’t meant to go, isn’t her father, our daddy is Jack Allen Cross. A computer analysist who has a bad sweet tooth and likes documentaries about how things are made and likes to cook everything on a grill and likes to laugh over bad jokes and is the only one who can make Mom smile on her bad nights and who loves

I am no longer Eva, the Alpha's daughter who lost her pack and family; I am Nora, a rogue werewolf searching for a place to belong. As I near the border of the Blood Moon Pack's territory, I catch the scent of their pack members. My senses were heightened, and I could feel the wolves' presence even before I saw them. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the inevitable confrontation. Stepping across the invisible boundary that separates our territories, I brace myself for the confrontation that is sure to follow. Within moments, a patrol of Blood Moon Pack warriors emerges from the underbrush, growling and baring their teeth.

Now, all at once, it hit me that everything I had given over the years had been nothing more than a one-sided effort. I was just about to book a flight when I realized I had forgotten my ID and passport, so I had no choice but to return home. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a mess all over the floor. Leftover snacks were scattered everywhere, along with half-finished dishes left behind. Right by the bedroom door lay something impossible to miss—a box of levonorgestrel pills and a piece of wine-red lingerie. Willow had never liked being physically intimate with me. Even Naomi's existence had come from a drunken incident.

Domenico The office smelled faintly of leather and old cigars, even though no one had smoked in here for years. I sat behind the massive desk, fingers drumming against the oak surface, listening as Alessandro rattled off the numbers. "Thirty-two crates moved through Athens last month. Two went dark." His voice was clipped. Efficient. "Either stolen or intercepted." I leaned back in the chair, sightless eyes focused on the patterns behind my lids. The world was dark, yes. But in here? In my mind?

Lambo said. "I and Big Lambo will search the whole weapon bases in the Underworld through the systems, I'm sure we'd find something" Zenith said. "So the rest of us are free to flex till the next mission, right?" Sylvester said. "Train day and night! Sylvester you're a hitman, wasn't expecting that from you" Lambo smirked. "Sorry, Jaemin let's go train" Sylvester replied. "Aye buddy!" Sylvester replied dramatically, following him out.

said another. Dev sat around the living room with his mother and the Saxenas. He kind of felt nervous. One, ever since he could remember, Rajan Saxena, a retired NRI, was never-so-friendly looking. With his haphazard smile, close-cut hair, square jaw and stony face, he looked more like a retired cop than an NRI. Dev dared not look at him. He feared that Rajan with his black, beady eyes could see right through him and access his deepest, dirtiest secrets, one that only he knew.