Crossing At Alderson Novels & Stories

My neck hurt so bad that I had to massage it to reduce the pain. I turned it to the side, then sideways to stretch my hurting neck. But then I paused. I glanced by the side and looked everywhere in the car. That was when I realized that the car had stopped moving. Sky and Barry were nowhere to be found. I panicked and looked outside the window. The car was in a place that looked like a basement. enclosed space. Where was everyone? Were we ambushed? Was I kidnapped? I held the door handle and frantically tried to push it open, but my attempts were futile. Even if I screamed now, no one would hear me because the car was sound proof.

She crossed one of her legs over the other. "It's time for her to know the true definition of her daughter. I'll make her see through me whether she likes it or not." I chuckled delightfully, positively imagining the supposed successful outcome of Sally's idea.

At seventeen, Damien Delta severed all ties with his best friend. Without a single word or explanation, he cut Harrison Kane, out of his life completely. For years, Damien stayed on the circuit, masterfully calculating his schedule to make sure their paths never crossed. When dodging Harrison became too difficult, Damien quit driving altogether, stepping away from the track to build the cars instead. He thought he was safe behind the scenes. He was wrong. When the Delta empire faces complete ruin, Damien is forced to break his own golden rule. Dragged out of retirement for SLAT—the most prestigious, brutal racing tournament in the world—he has to step back into the driver's seat.  And

Please, take that as compensation for your troubles’ the note read. “What?” I muttered out loud. Ever since I've known, I'm the one who usually leaves after a one night stand, not the other way around. I could still smell her addicting scent on the sheets. I recounted our adventures last night and groaned out, frustrated. The ringtone from my phone distracted me. It was Adrian, my best friend. “Did you take that brunette girl with you?” His annoying voice squealed into the phone the moment I picked up the call.

I duck into the hallway—where the bass dies, and the air tastes like secrets. Adam’s already there. Back pressed to the wall, arms crossed, expression locked tight. “Lana,” he says, low and clipped. “We need to talk.” My stomach drops. “What is it?” He glances toward the floor, then steps into my space—close enough to shield. Close enough to make it real. “It’s Nathan Cross,” he says. “You need to stay the fuck away from him.” My throat tightens. “You don’t even know—”

Although, at first, it was just my prank idea, and it ended like this. "Uh, Aldo didn't come home, did he?" I look around, and Aldo isn't around. "Let's go around. Tired of sitting down." Finally, I and the handsome one circled the elongated lake. There's a lot of people fishing there. This place is located right at the crossroads, in the middle of the city. And next to the zoo next door. On it, there are various kinds of local flowers, which, when flowering, is breathtaking. Gerald should have been able to get me here. Wake up

He pointed to a small alley ahead and said, "The barbecue restaurant is right ahead. Cross this alley, and we'll be there." It was almost midnight, and there were few people on this road. A man and a woman crossing a dark alley was not a wise move. Alessia thought that if a woman agreed, she must have a malfunctioning brain. But she was different. Alessia narrowed her eyes and took the lead. She took a few steps, but noticed that Enzo hadn't followed.

, Alden spoke in a low tone. On the road, the atmosphere in the car was extremely dull. No one spoke. From time to time, the driver carefully glanced toward the back seat. Even a blind person could perceive that the atmosphere was wrong now. The driver drove silently all the way to the gate of the community area. Once he reached the destination, he felt a little relaxed. Alden saw the two big and bold letters carved on the hoarding "T-Rex Hills" in the neighborhood. He hurriedly said to the driver, "Please stop the car here"

He’s been fighting it all this time, just as I’ve been fighting. We’re drowning in the same sea. Maybe we can save each other. I nod, lowering my gaze. “We’ll go together,” he says, gently taking my hand. “I’m coming too,” Alastaire says, standing up. “We all are,” Kitty says. “We’re not all gonna fit in the car guys,” Ben says. “We don’t need to,” Alix says as he turns towards me. “Ash, it’s about a mile or so that way, right?” He points left, towards the distant cliffs. “The spot on the road where there’s that wooden cross people always leave flowers at?”

“Down at the crossing. Real trouble.” She followed, boots crunching grit, heartbeat surging at the prospect of a fresh adrenaline. The city had always run on simple principles—might, memory, and whoever was crazed enough to outlast the storm. But with each day under Carolina’s rule, the rules seemed less like scripture and more like a game that desperately needed breaking. The “crossing” was two blocks of no-man’s land where the old subway spat out into the surface. Briony waited by the crumbling mouth, one hand jammed in her pocket, the other clutching a battered radio against her shoulder.