Crossing Novel Novels & Stories

She smelled like mint and lavender, a combo I didn't know was my favourite until now. My left hand reached for the zipper of her red dress, pulling it down. I unclasped her bra with practiced ease, and everything fell down to her waist. I reached for one of her breasts, fondling it, while my mouth instinctively went for the other, earning me another moan, and I found out I suddenly wanted to hear that sound forever. She held onto me for support, while I ravaged them. My crotch area was painfully hard, it had started to hurt at this point.

Then it made a sound I had never heard before. Small. Broken. Almost childlike. Its hand rose, trembling, and pressed against the glass. “Red,” it whispered. “Yes,” I said. “Red River Crossing.” The golden eyes widened. Its breathing grew uneven. I turned the page to the woman in the blue shawl. Subject One’s claws scraped the floor once. “Mama.” Caleb looked down. Daniel turned his face away. My own throat tightened so hard I had to wait before speaking. “We found your sketchbook.”

​The title was: "CHAPTER 159: THE MULTIVERSE OF THE MARGINS." ​A man stepped out of the truck. He looked like the Author, but he was younger, his eyes bright with a new, dangerous inspiration. ​"The 'Davis Story' didn't end with the Vane Group's collapse, Nora," the man said. "It just went Global. There are authors in Tokyo, London, and Lagos writing their own versions of you right now. You aren't one woman anymore. You’re a Crossover Event." ​Nora felt a sudden, sharp tug at her soul. Across the world, a hundred "Noras" were being born in a hundred different genres.

I arch toward him, my fingers threading through his hair. Back to reality. I closed my eyes again, trying to ignore how my body still thrummed with the ghost of his touch. Tomorrow, I'll be Audrey Lane again—professional, composed, in control. I leaned my forehead against the cool window glass, watching London fade into the distance. One night of passion with a stranger. No one would ever know. And I would never see that man again. But little did I know how wrong I was.

Now, all at once, it hit me that everything I had given over the years had been nothing more than a one-sided effort. I was just about to book a flight when I realized I had forgotten my ID and passport, so I had no choice but to return home. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a mess all over the floor. Leftover snacks were scattered everywhere, along with half-finished dishes left behind. Right by the bedroom door lay something impossible to miss—a box of levonorgestrel pills and a piece of wine-red lingerie. Willow had never liked being physically intimate with me. Even Naomi's existence had come from a drunken incident.

I hope that you enjoyed this story. This was one of the first full novels that I wrote. If you have you will also enjoy Across the Desk and the triology that it sparked. it is a dark romance story in which a young woman, Deanna, finds her true love and they forge a bond that not even her insane family can break. The second in the story is Weathering the Storm where their story continues. Then breaking the Eye Wall which they finally find the end of their nightmare together. WEathering the storm is already on goodnovel and Breaking the eye wall will be released in November of 2020.

Yet, I still crossed it. I know I had to find Lily. I had no choice but to find the girl. I shifted once I crossed, knowing that my black pelt will make it more obvious I was not part of their pack, but I will be easier hidden in the shadows. I ran through the trees, picking up the faintest scent of Lilacs. It led me further and further away from safety but closer to Lily. That was… up until my senses got overwhelmed by the smell of coffee. O crap…

Nothing looked unusual. My bicycle was where I had left it that morning. I unlocked it the same way I always did, pulling the key from the front pocket of my backpack without even looking down. I swung my leg over it and started pedaling towards the main gate. I had only made it…maybe ten feets before the bicycle jerked violently beneath me. The handlebar twisted and the front wheel gave out from under me. Before I could understand what was happening, the bicycle tipped over and took me with it.

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.

When he was smaller, he and his friends would sit for hours looking at the fishes that passed by. Tucos got up. With one hand on the rail, he stepped on the bridge. With an even pace, he crossed half of the bridge. In the middle, he stopped to see the merchants’ ship. Never before had he seen such colorful sails. The symbol on the sails was unknown to him. The merchants must have traveled far, they weren’t from these parts. “International travelers, what will I see next? Something interesting, I hope.”