Crossing Book Novels & Stories

Blinding. Something collides with the back of my skull and my world tips. I collapse forward, hands scraping against the floor, vision flickering. The voice changes. Now female. Cold. Detached. “He talks too much.” My blood sings in my ear. My body is failing me, limbs heavy as lead. The man speaks again, voice lower. “He’s remembering, that’s the problem.” I try to lift my head and everything spins. Then I feel it–something brushing my face. Fabric. Tight. Restricting.

When Nicholas returned to the rental house where I had lived, he stared straight at the pile of newspapers on the ground. The dust all over seemed to be telling him how much time had passed here, and that no one had ever been here during that time. "Astrid... No, you wouldn't die..." His voice trembled as he slowly reached out and lifted a corner of the newspaper. A small, dried bloodstain appeared beneath it. "Ah!" Nicholas's legs gave way as he fell to the ground. He no longer dared to lift the remaining newspapers. He seemed to have stopped breathing as he stared blankly without any color on his face. What he had been afraid of and had always refused to believe had come true.

and trying to close her legs. But I didn’t stop. I pushed her panties aside and slid one finger along her slick folds, finding her clit and rubbing it in slow, gentle circles. She gasped, her book dropping to the floor with a soft thud. I kept going, teasing her until her hips started twitching. Then I eased one finger inside her tight, dripping pussy, curling it just right while my thumb kept working her clit.

He was thrilled to stand at the door, to have the wind slap through his hair and clothes while feasting on the sights outside. Soon, the train slowed down and came to a stop. Dev looked around. They were parked at some desolate place with nothing but tall grass around. He glanced at his watch. Three minutes had passed. “Are we at a station or something?” he asked the balding man. “Not really,” he answered. “There’s a crossing here. The express train is due any minute.” He paused to listen. “Talk about the devil. Here it comes.” A BLARE closed in fast and SLAPPED past.

They immediately started to search around but Josh knew it was almost futile without a clue word to help them. “How many minutes do we have left?.” Josh asked. “Nine.. jeez!. Eight now!” Lola said with hands shaking. “Guide?. We would like to use a clue now.” Josh immediately spoke out and the girls listened anxiously. “First shelf, find the book with an upside-down cross on the cover.” The guide instructed. The three immediately rushed to the first shelf and gathered all the books on it to the floor. There were about six books with upside-down crosses on their covers and they all started to get scared.

Riele said, offering a small smile as she crossed the threshold. The living room was cozy and familiar, filled with soft cushions and the scent of lavender. A quilt lay folded neatly over the back of the couch, and a stack of books rested on the side table. It felt like a refuge from the chaos of the outside world. As they settled on the couch, Charlotte handed Riele a warm cup of tea, the steam curling between them like a fragile connection. “What’s on your mind?” Charlotte asked, watching her friend carefully. Riele took a sip of the tea, letting the warmth calm her nerves before she spoke. “The competition’s been moved up. We leave in a few weeks.”

She could tuck her scarlet tresses away like a dirty secret that only he had the pleasure of experiencing. They made their way through the station to the portal room they were scheduled to use. It wasn’t difficult, and they didn’t need to speak to many people since their tickets were purchased days in advance. George hadn’t done it. When he took Xavier to the dragons, they’d given him a package that contained the tickets for the boat, information about the car, and the portal tickets. Someone would meet them on the other end, and they’d continue from there to their destination. By that time, they’d be out of the Vampiric Empire and into what they fondly called Wolf Country. The dragons were

I don’t take my eyes off the pool. “Kael,” she says quietly, “the book.” Damn it. The black leather book is still on the altar. The water in the pool rises by an inch. Not splashing. Not flooding. Just lifting. Like a thing standing up under a blanket. I make a choice. “Stay there.” I move fast, cross the platform, and yank the book up with the edge of my shirt wrapped around my hand. Heat shoots through the cloth anyway. Sharp. Mean. I swear and turn back.

thank you so much. I planning on writing BOOK 2. but with a different characters found in this book. can't decide which among them. I already talked to much. hahhaha.. thank you once again.. Sincerely, RJ Cross

“Then close it.” “I cannot,” I said. “Not from this side.” The cut in the sky widened slowly. Inside it, darkness moved. Not empty darkness. Layered. Textured. Like a place that had never agreed to light existing at all. A ripple passed through the packs. Several wolves whimpered. Others bristled, hackles rising. Rethan’s voice dropped to a whisper. “That is a crossing.” “Yes,” I said. “A deliberate one.” The voice returned, closer now.