Cross X Epic Mga Nobela at Kwento

“The trail points straight toward a dormant, off-shore branch of Epic Industries.” Rosaria stared at the screen, a cold sweat breaking out on her neck. Epic Industries was supposed to be a dead entity, a relic of a corporate war fought years ago. The realization hit the room like a physical blow: the threat wasn't an external market fluctuation.

Third-Person POV Meanwhile, Xavier had his head down as he tended to Tiffany's arm after her allergy flared up. Red rashes covered the entire length of her arm, and she'd even scratched some spots to the point that they were bleeding. Xavier held up a cotton swab, his movements gentle. "Does it hurt?" "A little," she replied. "Hang on a little longer, okay? We're almost done." His phone buzzed in his pocket. He fished it out and glanced at the screen, noting the message from Serena that read, "Let's break up, Xavier."

she croaked tauntingly. Xander got enraged to the core, shifting into his huge beast. This time, his speed and power were at their peak. Fire seemed to be roaming around him, and there were red pairs of wings spreading out from his back. He grew in size and all his muscles popped out. His eyes were burning like a lake of fire. "You are another hybrid from Lena's pack, too?" I saw the fear in Diane's eyes as she muttered those words, fluttering her eyes as she rested on Xander.

The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather. The underground brought forth money from the production of a white powder. The underground? It was a crack house. X-habit's main aim was to keep the money rolling in, Kaching! Kaching! In hard, hard currency. But somehow other benefits accompanied the money. Fame was one, Power was another. Chase Motors, a car manufacturing and selling company which was owned by Steven was one of the entities the money brewed. Sage Hotels and Suites was another. Baron Sage owned this one. It was one of the famous hotels in the state and was still rising to greater

Eclipse Entertainment operated under the umbrella of Cross Enterprise, making it effortless for him to issue an order like this. With Damien's influence extending over every facet of Eclipse Entertainment, his command carried immediate weight. Employees scrambled to fulfill his directives, knowing that any delay or misstep could have serious consequences. The Cross name was synonymous with power, and no one dared to question it. Gwen couldn’t suppress a grin. ‘Looks like they picked the wrong person to cross. Mr. Cross has been waiting to strike—he’s always one step ahead.’ The representative, now pale and desperate, quickly lost interest in Eva’s comments at the event. He was too focused 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..."