Crossing Lines Novels & Stories

Inhaling through my teeth, my jaws tick as I wonder; “And how did you step past the pack line without it calling our names?” The pack's boundary line has a scent perimeter; no one can cross back and forth of it without it alert I and my brothers. It's something Nyall came up with, so it only works for us three. Cormac didn't cross the line, I'm sure of that. For some unknown reasons, he tends to bleed whenever he reaches just a few centimeters of the line. And it probably also gives him a hell ass of a pain because he's never tried crossing the line.

SYNOPSIS : At Blackthorne, everyone knows the rules…Know your place, don't offend the wrong person and whatever you do….do not dare challenge Zane Calloway. Amelia Carter accidentally breaks the last one. When she steps into a crowd gathered around Zane and tells him to let another student go, the entire hallway goes quiet. Zane looks at her as if she has just handed him a new game. By the next morning, Amelia's face is on everyone's phones…The scholarship student who works alongside her mother at their laundry business is suddenly Laundry Girl, and Blackthorne's wealthy students have found a new source of entertainment. Serena Calloway makes sure Amelia learns exactly what happens w

The scrape of ceramic against the table cut through his talking. He stopped mid-sentence. “You okay?” I stood up without answering. My legs carried me toward him before I’d fully decided what I was doing. Each step felt deliberate, inevitable. If I was going to cross this line, I wasn’t going to tiptoe. Damian watched me approach, confusion flickering across his face. I reached out and nudged his plate aside, placing it next to mine, and for a second he just stared at the empty space like his brain had short-circuited.

I dug through my purse, searching for some cash to leave behind—a clear message that this was just a transaction, nothing more. To my dismay, I found only a single hundred-dollar bill tucked into the inner pocket. Not nearly enough for a high-end escort in London, but it would have to do. In the taxi to the airport, my mind replayed fragments of the night in vivid detail. The heat of his skin against mine. His fingers roamed across my skin. The temperature between us kept climbing, our breathing becoming ragged and urgent. I respond instinctively. I arch toward him, my fingers threading through his hair.

She lunged toward Isolde. “You little bitch! If it weren’t for you, why would Cassian suddenly refuse to marry me?” I stepped in front of Isolde. “I warned you before, don’t lay a finger on her!” Seraphina froze, then began wailing uncontrollably. Before, I had only ever stood in front of her. Harold and Margaret weren’t ready to give up either. Their eyes shifted toward my parents. “Can’t you reason with Cassian?” My parents smiled, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

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."

ANNALISE A dry scoff left my lips. "Dream on, I was thinking." His brows raised. "About what?" "The next problem," I said. He looked at me for a moment. Then, “If you say so.” He nodded slowly and looked right back at the paper. I picked up my pen. Knox had been reaching for it too and our fingers brushed against each other in the space that grew tense. My heart jumped. He didn't withdraw his hand, and neither did I as we both just stared at each other with our breaths growing quicker with each passing second.

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.

CHAPTER 6... SHARON’S POV I forced myself to breathe, pulling my scattered thoughts together before picking up my phone from the floor. With trembling fingers, I pressed play. The video rolled. Gary stepped out of the club's restroom lobby, his face mashed against a woman who was definitely not me. They kissed hungrily, a desperate, frantic exchange that lasted for agonizing minutes until Gary pulled the mysterious woman into the restroom area—where the cameras couldn't follow.

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.