Crossed Out Words Novels & Stories

O crap… XXX I saw him before he saw me. Those light grey eyes searching the woods he didn’t belong in. His head suddenly lifted and I knew that was my cue. I went into attack mode and without hesitation rushed towards the guy. He turned his head just as time as my canines connected to his neck. XXX My parents were definitely not happy about me running into the woods. And when I had come back with the dumb dried blood on my arm, they did not leave my side for one second. And I know I had to get out of here.

The grouping of wolves that were forced to watch stayed stock-still in silence; fear and disgust holding them in place as their brother slowly withered away from the brutal disfiguration that was making their stomachs roll. Using the deadly sharp knife, Corbin cut a wound down to the waistband of Elliot’s trousers that was now large enough for a small person to climb in through and hideaway amongst the gore. He then brought the knife up to the very top of his shoulder blades and drew the knife left to right, forming a ‘T’ shape in the muscle, before letting the knife clatter to the floor as he stood up and back a couple of steps to admire his handiwork so far, ignoring the sticky blood that

I text back a single word. Yes.

"If you're so skilled, why steal my documents? Are you trying to steal my codes because you know that you're not as good as I am?" Mary flew into a fit of rage upon hearing that. "Who are you trying to scare? Do you really think I'm scared of you?" Then, right before my eyes, she dragged over ten gigabytes of files into the trash folder. I calmly watched ten years of my work get erased as though it were nothing. Instead of being upset, I only felt relieved, like I'd been granted release. Just then, Kai called Mary in a panic. "Something went wrong with Mr. Warner's program. Send over the original code so that their team can look into it."

It was an air cut off from the rain-soaked highway and the sterile smell of the intensive care unit. They had left the text layout. They were in storage. "Julian," Elara whispered, her voice urgent. The pale hand extending from the gap between the leather-bound volumes did not move. The dark red script covering its flesh, words like REJECT, EXTIRPATE and AMPUTATE, swirled and shifted like worms. The silver scalpel caught a beam of light, its edge hovering close to her shoulder. The blade was meant to cut through margins to remove paragraph blocks from a living author's physical form.

I took a pen and crossed a line through Cassius' name. Eighteen left.

He tilted it toward the light entering through the window. Faint indentations appeared. Not drawings. Writing. Someone had written on the page above and torn it away. Alex reached into his pocket. "What are you looking for?" Alison asked. "A pencil." She handed him one. Instead of writing... Alex gently shaded across the page. Slowly... Letters emerged. Bethwel leaned closer. "Indented writing." Alex continued shading until the message became readable. It wasn't complete. Only three words. ...bridge... ...red truck... ...dog...

Near the bottom of the page, one sentence had been crossed out. Not completely. The ink had faded just enough for a few words to survive. ...never trust... The next words were almost gone. Then... ...the man with... After that, nothing. The rest had disappeared beneath the dark line. I frowned. Kael sat beside me. "You've been staring at that page for five minutes." "I think my mother changed her mind." I showed him the crossed-out sentence. "Or someone changed it for her." His answer made me look up. "You think someone crossed it out?"

You know I always keep my word. — D

Before I could answer, the sedan's rear door opened again. Imogen's assistant, Lauren Walton, stepped out while checking her watch. "Ma'am, we're cutting it close to the restaurant reservation." Imogen snapped back to her senses and released Thomas's hand. I waved it off since the apology had been made and the facts were clear. There was no point in prolonging the spectacle; further drama would only damage the company's reputation. Thomas rubbed his reddened wrist with a resentful glare, then stormed off without another word.