Crossed Out Words Novels & Stories

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.

I responded with a glare. The shorter staff cleared his throat. "If you'll both kindly show us your key cards, we can straighten this out." "gladly," I huffed, shoving mine forward. Mr. Smug did the same, sliding his out with infuriating calm. the staff scanned both cards, their brows furrowing. My stomach churned. Finally, the shorter one looked up nervously. "There's been a double booking. Both of you are registered to this suite." I blinked. "You've got to be kidding me."

You earned this. My fingers tightened, fighting the tiny forward drag of the nib. Then loosened. Carefully, I drew the pen back. The half‑sentence remained, hanging between intention and command. I crossed it out. A single, firm line through the words, the way I’d crossed out the Game’s “proposed endings” on the shelves. The ink shivered under the stroke, then stilled. My chest ached. But under the ache, something in me unknotted. “Not like that,” I whispered. “Not for me. Not for him.”

The world moved forward around them, oblivious, but some lines had already been crossed — lines that could never be uncrossed. Amaka’s absence hung in the air, a quiet, persistent reminder of mortality and the darkness that had already touched their lives. And in the midst of exams, prayers, and fleeting laughter, it became clear: for some, the game had only just begun.

is not quite the right word, but I mean something in that direction. I read that. I read it again. It was a very Caelum sentence. Precise about what the word was, not before it was precise about what he meant. I typed back, "I know what you mean." I put the phone face-up on the table. Still new. Still accurate. I finished the tea. I opened the notebook to the fourth column. Suppression correction: crossed out, case number noted beside the line. Territorial petition: I drew the line through it now. One clean stroke. Done, not abandoned.

“They destroy you by making you trust them.” At seventeen, Adrian had assumed the words were simply the bitterness of a wounded man. Now they sounded different. Much different. He returned to the desk. His father's old file remained open. Adrian turned another page. There was a list of names connected to the investigation. He studied every one. Then his eyes stopped. One name had been heavily crossed out. Not marked confidential. Not removed officially. Crossed out. The pressure of the ink had nearly torn through the paper. Adrian stared at it.

It was none of my business. Write a text I deleted it right away. Then I rewrote it. I thought I would have a lot to say, but in the end I only wrote 5 words. "I don't like you anymore."

I like winter more than summer. I’m straight. His hand hesitated. He looked at the word. Straight. He tapped the pen against the desk. Once. Twice. Again. Then, almost angrily, he wrote: I’m straight. I’m straight. I’m straight. I’m straight. I’m— He scratched the last one out before he finished it. Tore a hole in the paper. His jaw clenched. He sat back in the chair and exhaled hard through his nose. Tried again.

Kaka asked turning back and slowing down his rate of movement. “Just fork and knife at refractory”. Daniel replied with a funny look. “Haha, you are a fool!; I was expecting a serious case not this boy, Kaka replied laughing loud. “Everyone in this citadel steals fork and knife and spoons with cups; in fact, you can’t use a spoon with your name in this school for a week”. Kaka continued. “We have to make a change, we have to be good”. Daniel said to him, taking a walking direction

And now is the time to face reality. Every day that passed, everything they had kept to themselves will hurt them. ♥.......♥ Raymond walked to his room and locked his door. He sat on his bed and picked up his Laptop from his desk to search for something. When he did, he realized that His parents had once walked with Mark Robert and a certain Sprill... He crumpled his brows and went further to know the business they were working. He realized that information was unreachable, and that part of the site had wrong spellings.