Cross X Epic Novels & Stories

And Elliot was ornamental at best. So I cut the cord. I ripped Harrington Global from his soft, manicured hands and made sure the world watched. I didn’t hide behind shell companies. I signed the papers myself. Nathan Cross Acquires Harrington Global. Harrington Legacy Ends in Ruin. Cross Dominates the Market. The press had a field day. I let them. I wanted Elliot to feel it. The humiliation. The loss. The irreversible fall. But that wasn’t enough. I wanted him to understand.

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God save us now i thought and made the sign of the cross which made Austin alarmed. "You mean no hope?" Austin asked in disappointment. "I really don't know" i replied, " We need to pray for a miracle now" I added. "Shit!" He cursed and changed the mag of his gun. I could see Clara close her eyes and mumbled something like a prayer before opening it back. The ear piercing sound of assault rifles and sub-machine guns got my attention and I wondered what's going on. The shooting kept closing in and it was accompanied with shouts of orders and groans .

“Wouldn’t miss it.” By the third day, something shifted. Maybe it was exhaustion, maybe resignation, but the barbs lost their venom. I caught myself laughing once—really laughing—when he described Marcus’s pregame ritual of talking to his shoes like they were sacred relics. “You’re making that up,” I accused, covering my grin with my notebook. “Swear on Tyler’s Xbox,” he said solemnly. At the mention of his brother, my laughter faltered. His eyes flicked to mine, catching the change, and for once he didn’t look away.

This sounded perfect to me. After the first Death Star exploded, we had began to feel the alcohol set in. I got up to put The Empire Strikes Back into the Xbox. As I laid back into the couch, Amy had inched herself closer. I began to understand her motives, and my aloofness was wearing thin. A kitten had scurried by, and I swooped it up in my hand. I played with her a second, a bit too anxious to look back into Amy's blue-grey eyes.

Traven's POV "Rana," I exhaled deeply, biting my lower lips in vexation, clutching the wheels of my car. She cut the call before I could say anything else. Furiously, I turned to Eve. "What's your problem?" I questioned, saying every word slowly like I was reading it from a eye test chart. She crossed her arms on her chest, ignoring the inferior items on her hands. "I should be asking you that." She pouted her lips towards the direction of her left chin. "You're obviously cheating." She tapped her foot on the ground impetuously.

Xyla drank warm milk as she looked at ESPN. Right then, the ESPN forum was completely flooded by comments about how Team XS had an emergency replacement for its ADC— “The officials just announced that something happened to Team XS’s main ADC again. So Xyla will be taking over as the emergency replacement.” “Team XS’s ADC faces a new problem every day. Is it intentional?”

"We need to move tonight." "Dante," I said. "I'll call him," Victor said. "Get the documents together. All three letters, the property records, the Graves connection to the patriarch's address. Everything." A beat. "Xena. This is what Cross died for. Don't let it sit." I looked at the desk. Cross's third letter on the laptop screen. His handwriting at the bottom of the original — the familiar slope of it, the way he formed his f's, that I'd been looking at for three weeks without letting myself look at directly.

I said, my voice echoing off the wet brick walls. ​"No," Julian said, his eyes flashing with a sudden, sharp intensity. "There is a man. A 'Eraser' in the Grey Sector. He specializes in removing Board tech from people who don't want to be found. But he doesn't take money. He takes 'Time'." ​We emerged into the Grey Sector. This wasn't the 2026 of glass skyscrapers and holographic ads. This was the old city—gritty, smelling of fried oil and ozone, where the streetlights flickered with a dying orange glow.

Sonya leaves us alone. "What are you doing here, Zack." I ask. "We haven't really talked since the other day, and I feel horrible about what I said." He says. "Zack it's okay, I know you didn't mean it." "Yeah but you should still know that I'm sorry." He says again. "Okay," I say. "So what are you doing this weekend. Aren't you suppose to be with your mom this weekend." He asks. "Yeah but you know the famous Teresa Christina Sanchez, she stood me up." I say.