Crossing Lines Novels & Stories

“Do not cross the green line if you don’t wish to be slain by the serpent.” The same voice reverberated as a crackling green line spread on the ground. Diana and I exchanged glances and drew out our swords. So did Kazeal, as all of us crossed the green line. “You paid no heed to the warning. Prepare yourselves, for you have consciously crossed the line. It was not a mistake, so you won’t be spared.”

After that, Lina immersed herself in social networks, posting photos and videos of food in turn. Of course, Lina also did not forget to send a message to the secretary, asking him to prepare some afternoon tea. There is a crossroad ahead, probably because the location is relatively remote, there are no traffic lights ahead. Dyan paid special attention to vehicles passing by, and stepped on the gas when he saw no vehicles. “Lina, you… be careful!” As he crossed the intersection, Dyan also looked left and right, then saw a scene that caught him off guard.

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.

“Ladies can one of you send me a text message with the details and I’ll make sure it gets done.” “Sure thing,” the blonde nodded eagerly. Probably glad she had a legitimate reason to message the prince, he thought to himself wryly. He flashed a smile and thanked them. “Excuse me.” Weaving through the crowd was easy for someone like Keion. Keeping his head up, zoning in on his target, it’s almost as if people sensed his purpose and made a plan to get out of his way. This was one of the times it was good to be Keion Hamadi, he thought with a smile. The red-haired girl who was standing with his intended target also looked like she was about to scuttle away, he realized. Their eyes met, he smile

No turning back. We’d crossed a line. And there was no uncrossing it.

“Odds on Key One are vicious. Everyone thinks she’ll go the distance. All twelve. Clean run.” “She won’t make it past me,” I growl. My voice is steel twisted around bone. “I’ll ruin her before the second key’s even fucking warm.” Elliot barks a laugh, sharp and obscene. “You better. Because if she survives the lineup? If she actually makes it through every Key and walks out with the payout?” He whistles low. “That’s eight figures, Cross. Real money. Even for us.”

“Like the ones on the ground by the forest edge.” I sat beside her. “What kind of lines?” She thought about it. “The kind you’re not supposed to cross. But sometimes you do anyway.” I swallowed. Children heard more than we ever gave them credit for. “Do you think lines can move?” she asked. “Yes,” I said after a moment. “But it takes a lot of people pushing at the same time.” She nodded, satisfied, and went back to her stones. By midmorning, Lyra brought news.

୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧ What choice would Izzy make when her two worlds finally collided?

They waited for him to speak. “Someone crossed the line.” His voice, though low, was heard clearly by his comrades. Some began frowning in confusion, others remained impassive. How could anyone cross the line? No one can ever crossed it without the knowledge of how. The boundary line and the whole territory is concealed and anyone who passes by sees it as if it is just the same as the rest of the forest. So who managed to see through the veil?

Sharp jawline, green eyes that seemed to see too much, and an air of confidence that should have been annoying but somehow wasn't. "Actually, I was just leaving." Emma started gathering her things, but her laptop bag chose that moment to rebel. The zipper stuck, her notebook tumbled to the floor, and her pen rolled under the stranger's feet. He crouched down to retrieve her pen, and Emma caught sight of the title on her fallen notebook's cover: "Heat Between the Lines - Draft 3." Her heart stopped. That was her working title—the one she'd scribbled on the cover without thinking, the one that revealed exactly what kind of book she was struggling to write.