Novel & Cerita Crossing Novel

I can’t deny that my body reacts to him, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing it fully. “Do not tell me you’re going to argue with your own body now, Purrey. That’s cheating,” he murmurs. I bite the inside of my cheek, swatting at his hand again, though this time it’s weaker. My knee shifts just slightly toward him, a betrayal I immediately regret. He leans ever so slightly closer, and I can feel my heart stutter. “Crosswalk…” I whisper, voice small, wary. “I know,” he replies, low, rough, almost tender. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

If it was a dream, it would be cruel to wake to the hollow feeling that would undoubtedly follow when I realized I was alone still. Devon reached over my shoulder and grabbed David’s head, their lips colliding with the same frenzy that I had kissed David just moments before. I let out a shuddering breath as I felt David come in my hands, his ejaculation coating his chest and my hand. The feel of his come on my hand was enough to tip me over the edge and I felt Devon shoot his load onto my back.

I would like to express my gratitude to Editor Yino, who encouraged me to challenge myself with this story, and I will greet you next with my upcoming work. I am still a novice author in the novel world because I previously wrote many stories and am only now publishing them one by one. I read only physical paper books and do not read web novels at all, so the texture of my writing is a bit different from others. Even the genres I have read are things like detective stories, fantasy, Anglo-American literature, Nordic thrillers, and Japanese mysteries. Because of this, my writing carries its own unique color. There is a noir-style triangular romance featuring a cross-dressing woman where an ag

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of saying that." "I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing it," Everly admitted, leaning into him as the golden evening light softened around them. "Though I have to say, considering how this whole story started, Mrs. Cross feels like an improbable ending for someone who was four days from an eviction notice a year ago." "The best stories usually involve some improbable turns," Nathaniel said, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Speaking of improbable, look who's talking together over there."

He was already sitting beside her. It was then Nikka infuriated, “Why are you here?! Who permits you to come here?! This is my place!” But like deaf, he seemed didn't hear what Nikka has said. His jade-green eyes were glued on the cover of the book she was reading, then replied in the different subject. “Wow!!! You also read the novel 'I Can See It!' It was one of my favorite mystery book! I'm a huge fan of its author with the pen name 'Crossfinger'. And I've already read all of his books. Wow, I didn't expect you to read this. What volume are you? I'm in the latest volume.” He said merrily, even his eyes were sparkling happily.

The morning sky stretched wide and soft, painted with streaks of gold and delicate clouds. It was the kind of morning that whispered promises—of joy, of love, of forever. Inside Charlotte’s house, laughter filled the air like music. The scent of flowers and faint notes of vanilla-scented candles danced in the corners of the bridal room.

Happily, he tucked it under his arm and kept browsing for possible additions to his book list for the week. As he was doing that, he stumbled over someone who was sitting on the floor, their back against the book case. As an apology already forming on his lips, he looked down to see who he’d almost stepped on. He couldn’t believe his eyes when Ceanna looked up, already protesting against the interruption. The moment she saw who it was, she shut her eyes in what can only be described as exasperation. “You have got to be kidding me,” she moaned. Immediately dropping down beside her, Keion smiled charmingly. “I see you’ve resorted to making me literally fall for you, babe.”

He was determined to never be the reason behind her woes. *** The crossroads were tinged with a subtle orange of the setting sun. The chickens had already retired into their coop for the night. Bhoomika stood in her backyard, gazing longingly into the distance, as if expecting someone. There was a power blackout, and it was quite dark and eerie. She wasn’t quite sure, but she thought she could see a faint movement in the distance. She strained her eyes and soon enough saw someone closing in. It was the tall, handsome stranger from the train, the one who entertained her with his theatrics every day. He paused outside the fence and smiled at her.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

“You’re going to fix it.” She almost laughed again. “Fix it? Damon, there is no fixing this. The Crosses are everywhere—media, law, finance. The only thing to do now is ride it out and pray they get bored.” But even as she said it, she didn’t believe it. The Cross family didn’t get bored. They got even.