Crossing Novel Novels & Stories

Watching her wake up has become one of my new favorite pastimes and I don’t want to miss it this morning, although she won’t wake up for another couple hours at least; she’s a night creature. I get up and walk back into the bedroom. Stopping at the foot of the bed, I laugh softly as I see the three of them tangled up in each other’s limbs. I then proceed to our library nook in another corner of our room, sit in my favorite chair, and pull out the romance novel I started to read last night. It is a good one. A story about an author who gets a movie deal and gets tangled up with the three male actors who audition to play characters in her book.

He took the landing at a sharp angle, turning right onto the tightest, most bottlenecked stretch of the stairwell and stopped dead in his tracks. Marcus was coming up. The stairwell was so tightly packed with moving bodies that there were only a few inches of open space between them. Standard logic dictated that one of them should step back into a alcove or press their spine against the brick wall to let the other pass. But neither did. Their shared, stubborn pride instantly flared into a blaze, locking both of them into their respective paths. Instead of yielding, they kept moving directly into each other. The collision was instant and agonizingly intimate. In the tight bottleneck of the cr

Every so often, a crow cawed overhead — like a reminder that life was already reclaiming what war had tried to erase. And still, the mark pulsed. It didn’t stop until we reached the river crossing. The water there was murky, running faster than usual, carrying the remnants of the last storm. I stopped on the bank and crouched down, dipping my fingers into it. The instant the cold hit my skin, something flashed behind my eyes — a vision, sharp and sudden. Fire. Blood. And a voice — the Luna’s again — whispering: “The bridge is not a path. It is a wound.”

I want to hear everything. Then I opened my laptop, cursor blinking against the white screen, and started a new document. The title came easily this time. “Crossing the Line: When Love and Ambition Learn to Breathe Together.” I wrote the first line slowly, smiling to myself. Some stories don’t end when you close the chapter. They just learn how to keep going. That night, when Ethan’s face filled my screen — tired but smiling — I realized it wasn’t the distance that defined us anymore. It was the choice to keep showing up. And that choice was love.

He turned, eyes locking on mine for the briefest second. “You what?” His voice was rough, almost dangerous, but there was curiosity there, too. “I—nothing,” I said, forcing a laugh I didn’t feel. But the way he studied me made my heart pound harder. Like he could see everything I was trying to hide. The shadow lunged suddenly, faster than thought. Cruz intercepted, knife clashing with the figure’s strike. Sparks flew in the faint moonlight. My breath caught, Isla yelping beside me. “Nova! Get down!”

Turning to her left she walked for a while before she crossed a place that people don't frequently pass through. The road was lonely, as it was near the woods. Kate held her textbook tightly to her chest, as she took a deep breath, wondering if it was okay passing through. Many people have complained about seeing animals lurking around, especially wolves. Although she did not know how true those words were. But seeing how Sarah would be waiting for her. She shut her eyes tightly before opening them. What was left was a look of determination, as she crossed the narrow road, she kept her fingers crossed, praying silently. But her feet were faster now, compared to before. She had just reached t

The further they went, the heavier it grew, like unseen eyes tracked every hoofbeat. At midday, they crossed the river that marked the border. Its waters ran dark and fast, fed by mountain ice. A stone bridge spanned it, old as the first packs. The moment the first horse’s hoof struck the bridge, a howl split the air. It came from somewhere high, carried on the wind, hollow and resonant. Not Cassian’s. Not any Alpha’s. Kade stilled, the stallion shifting beneath him. His voice was a low growl against Lena’s ear. “The Council has marked our crossing.”

Her father is hardly ever home, working long hours in the city while her mother spends most of her time grading papers from all of her high school students. She opens the door quietly, but there is no need. Her mother is still awake. She's curled up in the living room reading her latest adventure novel wrapped on the comfy (and dare she call ugly) recliner her father just had to have. Her curly auburn hair is up in a bun with a few stray strands spiraling free as her eyes intently scan the new Kindle she received for her birthday only a few weeks ago. It's safe to say she has become a little obsessed with it. Can't say Sera can blame her. She herself escapes to a different world every time s

Her hands explored his masculine body and started kissing every inch of him. To my readers: Greetings! I'm Zen and a new author here in Goodnovel. How do you find every chapter of my story? Please let me know your thoughts by commenting down below. Thank you and God bless you all! Stay safe everyone! Love you all. By : Zen

Finding a new resolve, she walked closer to the circle. She walked forward and stood in front of the bloody circle. The moment she did, a blood-colored veil shot up from the circle, preventing her from taking another step. “Do not expect the entrapment to save you, demon. For today, nothing will save you from me.” She took her sword and drove it into the bloody veil in front of her. Like hot knife through butter, the knife went in without resistance. She cut downwards, creating a hole in the veil before quickly stepping through. The moment she did, the veil closed itself up again and disappeared like it never came.