Crossed Comic Book Novels & Stories

“The scariest part about disappearance isn’t the silence–it’s how quickly everyone learns to live with it.” HOSEA The red in my vision is slowly clearing. Xavier stands there right before me, arms wide, grinning like some comic book villain who’s missed his cue. Same haircut, same scuffed prefect badge, same untouchable confidence. My hands clench and unclench before I ball them into fists. “You think that’s funny?” “Actually? Yeah,” he says, still chuckling. “Figured you’d clock me quicker, you’re getting slow.”

But then he exhaled shakily, leaning forward. “Damian Cross and I… we were once partners. More than partners. Brothers, in every way but blood.” The words were quiet, but heavy, like stones dropped into water. Amara blinked, thrown. “Brothers?” “Not by birth,” Adrian said quickly. “But in the life I lived before all of this. Before Sinclair Enterprises, before London society… There was a different world. A darker one. Damian and I built it together. Until it broke us.”

And the people who thought they could erase stories had just learned something dangerous: Eva Reyes didn’t publish like a victim. She published like a weapon. And Alexander Cross didn’t protect her by silencing her anymore. He protected her by standing beside her. Together.

Heather had made up her mind to cross Jason off her list of candidates for "borrowing sperm." Since that day, she hadn't bothered with him again. Today, she was out for business, meeting someone to discuss a deal for her family. But once she arrived, she found herself roped into a card game. She wasn't a great player and had been losing round after round. The others teased her, one of them laughing, "Lost it all, huh? Better call Brett to come bail you out. We'll be keeping his wife as collateral."

Nicholas muttered to himself before quickly dialing Madison's number. The moment the call got through, Madison asked, "Is Astrid still nowhere to be found? Several of my collaborations have been canceled, and I've also lost my endorsements!"

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.

Damien’s Pov The second half of the hearing began with Adrian trying a different angle entirely, one I should have seen coming the moment he stopped attacking Gabriel and started smiling again. “I’d like to submit something for the board’s consideration,” he said, sliding a folder across the table toward Whitfield. “Financial records showing a series of transfers between Ms. Hart’s personal accounts and Cross Industries over the last three months. Rather substantial ones, given how recently she’s known Damien at all.”

He just stood as she rose, offered his hand, and said, “I hope we cross paths again.” Her shake was firm, quick. “We will. But probably not the way you expect.” The words stuck with him long after she walked away. And for the first time in a long while, Damon Cross had no idea whether he’d just gained an ally… or been warned by an opponent he hadn’t even met yet.

“Are you guys official? Like—official-official?” “We live together,” I said before I could stop myself. Her jaw dropped. “You what?” “I wasn’t hiding it,” I added quickly. “It’s just a lot. But it’s good. Really good.” She whistled. “Lana Reyes. The main character. And the plot twist. Nathan Cross in love? Living together? This is full prestige drama energy.” I laughed. Actually laughed. For a moment, the pressure lifted—like sunshine through fog. But the second we stepped outside, it returned.

At seventeen, Damien Delta severed all ties with his best friend. Without a single word or explanation, he cut Harrison Kane, out of his life completely. For years, Damien stayed on the circuit, masterfully calculating his schedule to make sure their paths never crossed. When dodging Harrison became too difficult, Damien quit driving altogether, stepping away from the track to build the cars instead. He thought he was safe behind the scenes. He was wrong. When the Delta empire faces complete ruin, Damien is forced to break his own golden rule. Dragged out of retirement for SLAT—the most prestigious, brutal racing tournament in the world—he has to step back into the driver's seat.  And