Novel & Cerita Crossed Out Words

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.

Alex then flipped the photo over. On the back, where it should've been blank, three words were written in thick, dark ink. No date. No name. Just three words. Blood for blood. It was as if something had exploded in my brain. Every mask, every plan, and every ounce of fear I'd been holding onto shattered into pieces the second I saw those words.

​ A blocked number flashed acro‌ss th‍e s​creen​ with a si‌ngle l‌i⁠ne: Wa‌lk a‌way from Cr​oss. Last wa‌r​n‍in⁠g,They wont protect you twice, Alvarez.⁠

The rest had sunk into old age; the bird gleamed like it had recently landed. I brought the page closer to the lamp and hunted the pressure of the stroke. Different nib. Slightly heavier hand. The original word could have been the same. Could have been visitor if you were generous and morally blind. But no—the cross on the t cut low and hard, the way my mother did when she was annoyed. The rewrite just made it angrier.

Words that now might cost me more than my job. The rain outside hit harder, like the sky was hammering on the windows. My heartbeat matched the rhythm — fast, uneven, scared. I whispered into the quiet, “What have I done?” Because this wasn’t just a line crossed. It was a line redrawn. Around me. Against me. And maybe, just maybe — finally by me.

The alliance depends on it. I stared at the words, then added another line before I could stop myself. ‘I miss you.’ My hand hovered over the paper, pen ready to cross it out. It sounded too vulnerable, and honest. It revealed too much about how I was feeling. But my heart was already aching with longing. The bond between us pulled constantly, a reminder of what I’d left behind. Pretending otherwise seemed pointless. I debated for long minutes, the pen trembling in my hand. Finally, I crossed it out. Drew a thick line through those three words until they were barely visible.

And everything fell apart. Text spiraled into chaos. Paragraphs rearranged like they’d been shoved through a blender. Sentences split mid-thought, fraying into half-formed words and symbols that made no sense. Webdings. Symbols instead of letters. Wingdings. Arrows. Skulls. A tiny plane. My fingers froze. What the hell? I clicked to another document. Same thing. Panic started small. Just a pinch in my gut. Then I opened my midterm essay. Gone. Or rather—there, but mangled. Whole sections missing. Arguments fragmented into dead-end tangents. Sentences rearranged to form gibberish. It read like someone had gutted it with dull scissors and sewn it back together with thread from a different lang

Fold in just one word. "Maybe you forgot. I'm still married .. You, what are you?"

De Santos. I sink down onto the nearest box and stare at the words. My pulse roars in my ears as I flip page after page. Legal language, names, dates. Then—black ink. Whole sections crossed out, lines smudged so deep you can’t even tell what they once said. My chest goes tight. Somebody wanted this buried.

It's like he's still teasing Wright because he's the one Reid wants to play with. "SURRENDER! Do you know how to play that? It's like a hangman." Reid handed the paper and pencil that were on the table by the side of Wright's bed. The rules of the game SURRENDER, there is a word you have to guess. You will provide an alphabet to complete the word and when you mention an alphabet that is not in the word to be guessed, each letter of SURRENDER will be deleted. Surrender has nine letters meaning you have nine lives. Anyone can guess, it's okay.