Crossing Novel Novels & Stories

The leather binding has fancy marks in it and has title imprinted on the front. "That first kiss." Ugh, from just the title you could tell that a teenage girl at the start of her puberty wrote it. I couldn't really tell if Nova's a girl or a boy, he wants to be called a "he" but then writes a full novel about a CEO obsessing over a girl. I don't know why Nova doesn't want to call it a book when it obviously was. Don't let the title fool you, the story slowly turns dark and twisted.

You'll be able to find me on various SM pl@forms so make sure you come check in on the latest :) I am currently working on more Mafia romances, a new series called The Notorious Five. If you haven't read this, you will want to as it is so much better than Cruz, darker and grittier. This is the series that has taken up most of my time and if you read the books, you will see why. They are constantly updated and the series is almost finished. If you find me on SM, you'll be able to find out where the works are :)

She wrote until there wasn't a fairy tale lie she couldn't expose anymore. "The End," she wrote at the last page of her novel. Cathedra climbed atop her desk chair and hung a noose over the beams. She tied a knot firmly, making sure it was strong enough to fulfill its purpose. She slipped the knot over her head. She jumped and kicked the chair off. For a few minutes she struggled and fought for breath, the way humans were normally programmed to do. For a few minutes, she had enough time to reflect on her short-lived life.

As a student, he had been deeply moved by The Bridge of San Luis Rey, Thornton Wilder's novel about five strangers who perished together on a collapsing bridge. Naturally, when he started his new job in Nevada he began to dwell on the notions of fate and predestination. He chose to craft a modern take on the classic tale where-in his version-the strangers' lives intersected at the instant of a terror attack. Bernie got his tea, "Thank you, honey. Keep an eye out for my next meeting, okay?" Roz cleared Peter's line of sight

LOVE IN THE CROSSFIRE Florence A.S Chapter One: The Fateful Encounter In New York City's dimly lit streets, a young woman named Sofia, left her hometown Ohio, in search of a greener pasture. She walked through alleys, her determination driving her forward. She had left her hometown, with only a few belongings and big dreams. “I don't know how I'm going to fit in this huge city, but I'm happy to be here” she said to herself while walking down in search of a place to sleep.

Grace, now a published author and advocate at thirty, leaned against the oak tree, watching proudly. Hope and Ayden sat nearby, hands clasped. Ethan and Liana, older now, smiled quietly from their seats. And Cassie and Damon? They sat together, a little slower, a little softer, but their hearts beating just as fiercely. Tonight wasn’t just a gathering. It was The Passing of the Flame. Nova opened her notebook and spoke, voice steady. "We were not born from silence. We were born from songs sung into storms, and stories whispered into waiting hands.

Blinding. Something collides with the back of my skull and my world tips. I collapse forward, hands scraping against the floor, vision flickering. The voice changes. Now female. Cold. Detached. “He talks too much.” My blood sings in my ear. My body is failing me, limbs heavy as lead. The man speaks again, voice lower. “He’s remembering, that’s the problem.” I try to lift my head and everything spins. Then I feel it–something brushing my face. Fabric. Tight. Restricting.

It’s now been updated to include the murders of Jack and Ava Cross and the kidnapping of their daughters. “…Take me in the moonlight, at our favorite spot near the cedar tree, I’m already wet and waiting for you, my Alpha. I cum just thinking about you inside me. I’m touching myself right now.” “Let me see! Did Beryl send a pussy pic?” demands Wolfe.

"OPEN." And, like the doors before this one, the door did open, with the sound of stones sliding against each other. After waiting for it to open completely, both women walked into the new room. They looked around a little but couldn't see much of the room because of the darkness. Selena then imitated Erik, and conjured and launched a dozen small balls of white light everywhere in the room. The small balls of white light stuck on the walls and ceiling and were enough to provide a good illumination to the entire room. What they found was a replica of the school's library. But it had one big difference: it was empty. The replica of the library was bare of any books. It was a sad vision to her,

As the pack wolves fought bravely against Alexei, hoping to restrain him, his feral rage only escalated. He tore through them without hesitation, consumed by a bloodlust that couldn't be contained. Novel closed her eyes, allowing her magical essence to flood through her veins. She rose slowly off the ground, floating for a brief second before vanishing into thin air with the speed of lightning.