Crossed Novels & Stories

His eyes were darker than usual and I could feel the desire within him through the link. I allowed him to draw me closer, so our bodies faced one another. He brushed my hair away to reveal my bare neck. My eyes widened with the realization that Lucas planned to feed in front of all who were present. Wait, stop, please, I plead through the link; but Lucas either didn’t hear me or chose not to respond as he tipped my head to the side to further expose my neck. I felt my knees begin to buckle as his fangs pierced my flesh. However, Lucas supported my weight easily. Tears welled in my eyes as my fists lightly gripped his suit. I blinked, dazed, as he pulled away, his lips wet with my blood. It’s

It is not like he will be around much longer, as I have already unintentionally bridged him to his mate. That is correct, I make bridges. These are spiritual and magical bridges for others to cross to that which they sometimes want, need, or desire. I only found out a few weeks ago that I have this ability. Prior to that, I had thought I was cursed. You see, every time I get involved with someone, they find the woman they end up with. They break it off with me. Oftentimes, they just ghost me. It is rude and pathetic, but most people lack bravery and basic decency.

Her lips were soft against his and it took only a fraction of a second to register that she kind of kissed him back. Before either of them could break it off, fireworks went off with a loud bang. Startled, the two of them disconnected. “Wow,” Keion said, a smile forming on his lips, “just like in the movies.” Somehow that loosened Ceanna’s tongue. She laughed slightly and said, “And now we will become inseparable.” He laughed too. Another loud bang sounded and he turned his head to look at the colorful display blazing across the sky. It really was as Nancy had promised. As he turned to comment on it to his last mistletoe participant, he realized that she had disappeared.

He brought out his phone which had been in his shirts pocket the whole time and with the aid of GPS, was able to find their location. "Alex you better work on that fast!" "Ok ok, we are approaching a T-junction, when we get there go left." Like Alex had spoken, a T-junction came into view and Amanda swerved to the left stress quickly. "Ok now, keep going straight and-" A bullet wheezed just past Alex. "Fuck!" His ears were ringing, he blinked his eyes, rubbing his ears. "Did you get hit?" "No, not yet at least, This is a straight road, soon you will see a corner at your left, don't take that, go further and you will see another one by your right, take that." Alex went on his knees and crawle

Her voice was gentle but firm as she grasped my wrist with her fingers and gently pulled up, encouraging me to let go. Callie reluctantly leaned back, and I finally relented and followed her. I was covered in blood, my hands, my chest, and my arms were all stained with the bright red of Beatrice’s blood. I could see blood on Callie’s shirt, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from staring at the stains, the beauty of the shape mesmerizing me. The red blood had been in Beatrice’s veins not just twenty minutes ago and now it was painted across Callie’s chest, a Rorschach test for me to figure out the mysteries in my mind.

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The aroma of freshly baked croissant woke Alice from her nab. After she had finished reading the letter, she decided it was best for her to take a nap and get her mind off unnecessary matters. She took a peek at the wall clock above her and realized that she had actually lost count of the time.

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."

I used the moment to break free and lunged for the hearth. I grabbed the necklace with my bare hand. The fire scorched the back of my hand, but I felt nothing. I crushed the necklace against my chest and smothered the flames with my body. Luckily, only a small part of it was blackened. I collapsed to the floor, curled around what I was protecting. My hair was a mess, my clothes torn, the back of my hand burned black. Slowly, I lifted my head. Leo had been about to kick me, but the look in my eyes made him freeze in place.

She liked her world like this; controlled, immaculate, and hers. Her assistant had just left the report on the collaboration between Duval Holdings and CrossTech, and Clarisse skimmed it with the cool efficiency of a surgeon. Numbers, timelines, projected returns, upcoming brief, it was all there. Damon Cross, as always, delivered results with a surgeon’s blade.