Novel & Cerita Crossing Book

Could I proceed and risk it all or just walk away from Cross… No way. I've only just tasted something so sweet and divine. Who knows when I'll run into one of these ‘mate’ things again? The book said something about triggering emotions… “Huh…” Cross? Straight good-looking nerdy Cross who hid behind big clothes and ran a boring blog… I knew how to tag down panties and keep them there but how to make a heart flutter was a challenge. The door suddenly opened and the brunette halted, onyx eyes scanning me before her lips spread in a full fledged grin revealing her fangs.

Buttons. Book. One coin. Everything I owned could cross the bridge with me. A few days ago, that had seemed convenient. Standing over a river on a bridge someone had deliberately broken, it felt like something else. I was not certain what yet.

Notes in a tiny precise script that made the air in the tunnel cooler. He turned a page. His thumb smudged old graphite. “It’s… a book of crossings,” he said slowly. “Three columns: from, to, cost.” “Traffickers’ accounting,” Lyra said, disgusted contained—utility before vomit. “Or a pack’s attempt to keep up with who was being moved through their forest by people who own surge protectors.” “Look,” Jasper said. He slid a fingernail under a page to turn it gently. The top line: MARA—(W) PAID—DUE — HOLDFAST — (R)

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

I'm sure what they heard was just a stupid goat bleating. Sky lifted the book above his head and asked, “What exactly should I give back?” Since words weren't enough, then I'd have to do it the hard way—the violent taketh it by force! I jumped, trying to reach my novel, but he was far taller than me. I must look stupid right now. Sky stretched his hand sideways, and handed the novel to Quinn. Not him! I rushed to take the book from Quinn, but I was held back by Josh, who grabbed my backpack.

She approached it cautiously, her heart pounding with anticipation. "This book... it feels important," she said, reaching out to touch it. The moment her fingers made contact with the cover, the symbols flared to life, casting a brilliant light throughout the room. Kai, Allan, Lila, and Seraphina gathered around Alex as she carefully opened the book. The pages were filled with intricate drawings and cryptic text, written in a language none of them recognized. As they studied the book, a sense of urgency washed over them, as if the knowledge contained within was both powerful and dangerous.

The scratch that they found at the cross was due to the cross falling from a high place and causing the cross to break in two. They both thanked him before walking out of the church. Shana decided to stop by the bookstore to pick up some books to read over the weekend since neither of them had anything else to do. The rest of the day went by quickly. They spend the rest of the day at home. Shana was sitting in the living room, reading a book she had recently purchased. It wasn't just any ordinary book; it was filled with dirty talk. Shana was obviously so preoccupied with reading it that she didn't notice her surroundings. He snatched the book from her grasp.

It smelled of rank B&O and stale fries. When he got to his feet, he was a little dizzy, but that wasn’t going to stop him. He had found some old books and a few blades stain with what looked like blood. He started digging around on the desk hoping to find something, but he didn’t know what. That is when he came across an old leather-bound book with strange writing across it. He saw the pictures of a crystal cross that had emeralds lined down the middle. Well, that helped Thomas understand why the cross ended up being very important but why did he have a piece of it?

Still, I had no choice. I crossed the border, knowing I might not make it out alive. My plan was simple: get in, find the book, and get out. But before I could even begin my search, exhaustion overtook me, and I let myself rest for just a moment. And that’s when it happened. A scent so intoxicating, so overwhelming, hit me like a bolt of lightning. My breath caught in my throat. Mate.

*** I was coming from the upper side walking towards a bridge with a baby crying loudly, I was trying to move closer to save the baby but a deafening sound was resounding into the dark of the night, terrifyingly approaching the bridge. I moved a step, and the feminine figure also moved a step. While I was a few meters away from the baby, just like flash, she arrived some distance away from me and before I could say or do anything her lips start moving up and down, and the dryness of the baby pierced through the air. It was as if someone was lifting the baby because she was halfway in the air. The baby was descending in a fast process, before I could part open my mouth to say, "stop!"