Cross X Killer Novels & Stories

My breath hitched. There, in bold print, was a clear photo: Xavier leaning in, kissing the cheek of a woman inside a car. WHO IS THAT WOMAN TO XAVIER CROSS? the headline screamed. The cup trembled in my hand, coffee rippling close to the edge.

Meanwhile, Karin was immediately busy making calls that she didn't know at all. "His chest is split open!" Gordo cried as he took off the cloak. He looked at Mitha's chest which had no shape anymore and "He lost his heart? Again?" Gordo said with shaking hands. Gordo looked at Xander "What did you dream really come true, what is this actually about?" "You know what the symbol for an incision like this means? I've looked at it and all the girls that were killed have a symbol like this!" said Xander

Soon she'll call back. - What a drag. That's why I'm not getting married. Will stared at his friend before entering the department through the glass door. He knew that Rey didn't get married or start a relationship because he was a cheap man who liked late nights. Just. (...) A few days later. Will was more involved than ever in his work to find the organization and the criminal by the name of Canino. He had recently received very important information from the undercover police officer, Peter, and so he spent Saturday and Sunday at the police station, taking mere naps on the couch in his living room.

Xander is a devil who I can't kill, but only watch him do whatever he likes to me. Fuck!... I wish I could find someone to kill him.

(THE MEETING ROOM) “Three pack members were killed by vampires yesterday.” Xavier announced. “They went to the human city and didn't return before sunset. Drained their blood and cut their head off.” Cameron balled his hands into fists staring coldly at their pack subjects. 'Do you think it's him?' Callan asked telepathically, blocking the other pack subjects from reading their thoughts. 'I know it's him.' Cameron confirmed. 'He's vowed to kill any wolf that crosses his path after what happened. He's out for revenge.'

I reached home and found Xander waiting for me. . “Where the hell were you?”, He shouted, looking at me with concern. “I went to the restaurant and found that you had already left from there.” He added and then furrowed his eyebrow and nose. “You stink! Yuck.” . “Yeah! I am going to have a shower.”, I muttered and rushed toward my room. By the time I came back, Xander was waiting for me. I was about to open my mouth, but something else caught my attention. Xander was watching the news on TV and the reporter was saying about the mysterious killer, who sucked all the blood of the dead people. And the most surprising thing was those were those persons who were going to hurt me.

Cassandra shook her head. “Yeah, but note to you ladies—always clean around the back before any sexual activities, my graduation gown got—let's just say chocolate stained,” she smirked. “Eew! You're fucking disgusting." Cassandra made gagging sounds. “If you'd come to me before, I could have told you that.” Cheryl smiled. “But you are exaggerating about your lovers dying and shit because I saw Mr. Lucky today at the pet shop.” “OK, but the ones that I exchanged names with all died, and it's like they were killed by an animal.” Katherine swallowed hard at the thought.

~123 part I~ Chiara Men who killed legends become legends. How about a crazy woman for a change? Because I was going to kill that motherfucker, today. One way or another. It’s either his blood or mine that was going to paint the floor red. I stepped on the gas. Pressed dialed on the phone and kept it on speaker phone. “Xander, times up.” I said. “Shit! How bad?” “Lethal.” “Where?”

Spending time with Xavier makes the impossible, very possible. Dad: I hope you have a good excuse. A warning. One that comes before a one week detention. Am doomed. Kelvin is really going to make a comedy movie out of this. The bathroom door creaks and I look up to meet Xavier walking out of the bathroom. A loose tower wrapped around his lower waist, giving me a clear view of his V shape. I lick on my lower lip as droplets of water rolls down his chest and down to the spot, his lips curve into a smirk directed at me.

Eyes wide and canines showing, Xavier spat, “It was the very hellspawn I raised!” Allen’s mind, immediately eliminating his last remaining heir, Horus Crouse, as the entity Xavier was describing. He scrambled instead onto the only remaining suspect he knew of, despite how illogical it had seemed at first. “Chiri?” said Allen. The vague hope of his partner’s survival appearing to have possessed his tongue, the question slipped from his mouth softly. However, the man in the bed did not share in Allen’s sentiment. Grimacing upon hearing the name of his disgraced daughter, Xavier sprung from his pillow, crying out, “Do not utter that demon's name!” His hands shaking as they clutched at the bed l