Novel & Cerita Crossing Novel

--- 11:25 AM — D Sector, Palehook Crossing The bridge was not new—but new-acknowledged. A weaving of polyroot crossing that curved but did not snap underfoot. Kids crossed it unhesitantly. The elders crossed it slowly, some for the first time in years. Elira crossed it carefully, hand tracing the balustrade. Caelan, on the opposite side, shouted, "Still certain about your weight?" "I'm counting on the threads," she shouted back, "and on the hands that bound them."

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

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

A system remembering an old hand that no longer fits the lock quite right. “Bjorn built a bridge,” he says. Anja’s head turns sharply toward him. “No,” she says. Kasper doesn’t even look at her. “You can call it whatever you want. Lock. System. Architecture. I don’t care.” His eyes find Elias and me. “It was always meant to stabilize the crossing between worlds.” A creature near the forest tilts its head at that word. Crossing. Not prison. Not release. Crossing. Every instinct in my body goes cold.

"She's such a pretty young girl, but she just had to be stubborn. Now look—Master Lucas won't let her off. At the very least, she'll lose a finger." "This is too cruel. I can't even bear to watch." The maids and servants chattered among themselves by the pond, whispering and gossiping. But I could barely hear them anymore. The intense pain in my hand made me struggle wildly. The small canopy boat was old and poorly maintained. Under my frantic movements, it rocked violently, bumping against the water with hollow thuds. The scene suddenly mirrored the accident my parents had suffered at sea years ago. The deep-seated fear buried in my heart was instantly dragged to the surface.

“Because I’ve dealt with difficult men before. My previous clients were demanding, but I delivered results. I’m not here to impress anyone. I’m here to win deals.” She nodded slowly. “Bold. I like that. Let me walk you to the conference room. Mr. Cross doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” Two hours later I was sitting in a glass conference room on the top floor, legs crossed, pretending to check notes while my mind raced. This was it. The first real step. Damien Cross had destroyed my family, and now I was going to return the favor from the inside. The door opened. I didn’t look up immediately. I wanted the extra second to steady myself. When I finally raised my eyes, the air left my lungs.

For three years, I used my family's mob ties and my own money to pave the way for Declan's crew. He was the boy I survived the streets with as a kid. But at this month's sit-down, his newly hired secretary, Roxy, tossed my casino ledgers and club records onto the table in front of all the guys. She accused me of skimming profits and slacking off. "These underground banks, these smuggling docks," she read the numbers out loud, her voice full of fake outrage. "Every time she bribes someone, she skims thousands of dollars! She's lining her own pockets." "I say the Boss strips her of her club manager title right now to save our cash flow." I glanced at Declan, the boss of the crew. He knew

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.

"Watch where you're going, freshman!" The sharp, mocking voice hit me at the exact same moment a heavy shoulder slammed violently into mine. The impact sent a painful shock straight down my arm, completely breaking my grip on the massive stack of library textbooks I was hauling across the green campus quad. The heavy volumes flew out of my arms, crashing loudly onto the damp grass and concrete path. Pages bent, heavy covers split open, and papers scattered in every direction under the bright morning sun. "Oh, look at that. The little mouse dropped her cheese," Gloria jeered, stopping right in front of me with her hands on her hips. Meg stood right next to her, crossing her arms and letting o

Narrative POV Dai and Lia step out of the elevator with their hands roaming over their bodies, breaking the intense kiss to unlock the door as they continue their assault on each others lips. Kicking off their shoe at the living room as they make out. Dai getting impatient, picks up Lia bridal style to the bedroom.