Crossed Comic Book Novels & Stories

Seraphina had secretly swapped the birthday gift I had prepared for my supervisor with a broken clock. She even sabotaged my research. Every time I suffered humiliation, Seraphina scolded me for being petty. She claimed making me and my parents drink toad eggs was for Alaric’s sake. But after I mocked Alaric, he dragged me, stripped me bare, and threw me into a giant iron vat filled with poisonous toads. By the time I was rushed to the hospital, my body was swollen from poisoning.

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.

"I don't know where you get these wild ideas from. By the way, I heard a new cafe just opened back home. We should check it out when I'm back." Or the time when he switched his all-black profile picture to one with a cartoon avatar. Worried, I'd called him and joked self-deprecatingly, "Have you really met someone taller, slimmer, and cuter than me?" Xavier had evaded that question as well, and instead asked me, "Are you working on Memorial Day?" "Yeah." "Guess we can't meet up, then. It would be tedious." When I finally snapped out of my daze, Xavier was no longer looking at me. His gaze was fixed on his phone as his thumbs flew over the keyboard. I smiled, rose to my feet, and left through

I dragged my suitcase through the airport, New York's air hitting me, familiar yet foreign. A loud wolf whistle caught my attention. "Welcome back, New York's sexiest artist!" I spun around to see my best friend Clara Willow leaning against her flashy red convertible, her blonde hair catching the sunlight like spun gold. Designer sunglasses covered half her face, but couldn't hide that million-dollar smile. "Clara!" I was surprised, practically sprinting toward her. "How do you know I'm returning today?" Clara threw her arms wide for a bear hug. "Please, you think I'd let my bestie take some sketchy cab home? Grandma Margaret spilled the beans."

“Those bastards! They will not get away with it!”, Stacy looked at the werewolves’ bodies lying all over the place. They were all dead including Jester, who had his throat ripped off and stared hollowly far ahead. As Stacy called his pack from now on, the Avengers, sniffed the place thoroughly, trying to discover what exactly happened there. The conclusion was not that obvious, since in addition to Michael’s smell there was a strange one - a new creature whom they’d never met before.

“Do not cross your boundaries.” Fusayo let out a low hiss, grabbed his book, and walked out of the classroom without another word. Mr. Smith sighed. “Alright, class. Good day.” “Good day, sir.” The moment he stepped out, the classroom erupted into murmurs and laughter. “This man and Fusayo,” someone whispered. “Always like cat and rat.” “But today, Fusayo didn’t even start it,” another added. “He still went looking for trouble.” Still, a few students exchanged uneasy glances.

“Why did you send Vivienne to me?” At first, I think he is going to deny it like anyone else in his shoes would, but a grin stretches out on his face as he sits even more comfortably. “Consider it a little gift,” he murmurs. “You liked it, right?” “You would have had the answer to that if you had consulted with her before coming in here, Charles.” He shrugs. "I prefer hearing from the horse's mouth." “When did you find out?” "That you are Athena's brother, and your company is Twists, just rebranded and changed into Brooker International?" He chuckles, his stomach shaking with every move.

Jackson and Chris revealed that Damen has a huge collection of action figures from different comics, anime, and horror movies. The three of them spent a good portion of time discussing a new line of figures that they are working to collect. Sam, Vinny, and Dante conversed about the different types of beings, lore, and myths of the people, which earned many “ooohs” and “ahhhs” from little Dante.

I responded with a glare. The shorter staff cleared his throat. "If you'll both kindly show us your key cards, we can straighten this out." "gladly," I huffed, shoving mine forward. Mr. Smug did the same, sliding his out with infuriating calm. the staff scanned both cards, their brows furrowing. My stomach churned. Finally, the shorter one looked up nervously. "There's been a double booking. Both of you are registered to this suite." I blinked. "You've got to be kidding me."

Luca had lost his place on the inner council for a time, and the Vitales used Celeste’s stolen papers to damage several Romano routes. As for Celeste, she spent the next few years trading Vitale secrets for protection. When the secrets ran out, so did the men willing to hide her. The last I heard, she had disappeared from Naples under another name. In the first life, she died in the fire and became perfect. In this life, Luca saved her and watched the illusion collapse. After Donna Sofia left, Luca finally asked the question he had carried for seven years. “You came back through Chronos too, didn’t you?”