Crossed Novels & Stories

"Imogen, why are you pretending not to know me?" He pouted, a look of grievance on his face. From his tone, it sounded like they were quite familiar with each other, and all eyes turned toward them. Those volunteers wrinkled their noses, looking disgusted, while I waited quietly for the drama to unfold. Imogen blinked, genuine confusion clouding her features. "Who are you?" Thomas's hopeful expression cracked, replaced by disbelief. "You don't recognize me?" Imogen scratched her head, taking a hesitant step back. "I don't think we've met. Are you from one of our subsidiary companies?"

Without even thinking, driven entirely by pure muscle memory and instinct, Ethan reached over, grabbed his own glass of water, and handed it to him. “Here,” Ethan muttered. As Marcus took the glass, their fingers brushed against each other. The contact was brief, but it felt like a sudden jolt of electricity passing between them. Marcus took a quick sip, his green eyes locking onto Ethan’s over the rim of the glass. “Thanks,” Marcus murmured, his voice a little rough.

The taste of him flooded my senses, and every point of contact sent heat racing through my body. My fingers curled against the hard planes of his shoulders, clutching him like he was the only solid thing in this spinning room. His hand slid from the wall to the back of my neck, fingers threading through my hair, angling my head exactly how he wanted. He took control, and my body melted beneath his touch.

But, I had just found out that I was expecting Rosy, and I was completely turned around by the news. I hear the sound of tires followed by a boom. Two cars had just collided at an intersection. No smell of blood and more fear than harm, apparently. Intersection... Crossroads. I look down at my screen again and try to enter the place's name. A muffled cry leaves my lips. In the West, lost on the road in the middle of nowhere. Placed at an unlikely crossroads : Crossroad Café.

The shared solitude, the confessed desire, the denied but lived-in-fantasy touch. They had crossed the line. Now only remained to decide whether to take the next step across the rubble.

“I’m sorry about how he approached you. He must have recognized you and tried to talk to you but couldn’t. He can’t talk. And he’s quite sick.” Oh, right? Is it why his eyes are the only part of his head that isn’t in a mask? He’s wearing a glove as well. In fact, his entire body is covered with wool except the goddamn eyes that keeps staring at me! He makes a sign by placing one index finger on the other index. One is horizontal. The other is vertical. I crease my brows, confused as fuck. “What… why’s he gesturing at me?” Chelsea smiles. “He says his name is Cross.”

Just the ghost of his mouth on my skin, the echo of his name in my chest, and the undeniable truth of it all: Nathan Cross fucked like a weapon. But when he said come home? It wasn’t a command. It was a confession.

Swish! Old Cross was slashed by the silver sword energy. With widened eyes, his body split into two. He was as dead as he could be!

Reuben hadn't stopped screaming when he felt his chord snap, it broke suddenly, leaving him falling half the height he had jumped, to a painful hard landing that would do no less damage to his body as if he were hit by a moving truck. However, luck was on his side, and he landed on the back of a truck carrying a bunch of cartons.

But in this room, with us two alone together, I felt afraid. Suddenly, Hezekiah came forward and took the letter out of my hand. I stared at him with alarmed eyes and watched as he walked towards the window to leave. And in a split second decision, I grabbed a silver-trimmed cross from Aza's dresser that was wrapped with red ribbon. I threw it at him; I barely remembered even thrusting it towards him. All I remember was seeing red. The moment the cross almost came into contact with his arm, he moved to the left, causing it to hit the wall and bounce off and onto the floor. He had moved so quickly, it was like a blur; one blink, and it would have been missed. He stared at the cross, shocked a