Crossover Crack Novels & Stories

He literally crossed the red line because he knew I was going to be attacked. Call me delusional or naive, but I actually did crave his love and his cock. Maybe I could tag him Mr Romantic, because he never fails to make me feel good on grown man things.

Calls and messages from partners, investors, and the media kept coming nonstop. A flood of hateful DMs hit all my social accounts. "You disgusting capitalist. I hope your company goes under tomorrow." "I thought you were some kind of feminist role model. Turns out you just use other women as stepping stones." "People like you don't even deserve to be mothers."

Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs. Professor Kane pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop. He stroked himself fast, aiming at her open lips. “I’m close.” Sara kept her mouth open and tongue out, looking up at him. A few more strokes and he came with a deep groan. Thick ropes of cum landed on her tongue and across her lips. Some dripped down to her chin. The taste was bitter and salty, but she swallowed what landed in her mouth, then licked her lips clean.

Nails left crescent marks in the skin. “I’m — shit — ” Marcus pressed their foreheads together. His breathing came in harsh pants.“Come on. Let go.” Ethan shattered first. His back arched. A choked groan tore out of him as he spilled hot and thick over Marcus’s fist, streaking their stomach. The sight of it — Ethan’s release painting their skin — pushed Marcus over the edge seconds later. He came with a low, guttural curse. Hips stuttering. Adding messy stripes to the mess already there.

This is her crossroads, her make or break scene. “Babe?” she called Daniel in her sweet voice. Daniel felt goosebumps all over his body. She has never called him ‘babe’ in a long time. “Babe, I had an accident. Can you come pick me up?” she said in her weakest voice. He knew Celine would try to pull something but he couldn’t help but worry. “What happened? Where are you?” he tried to calm his voice. “I’m at Blossom General Hospital. I tripped and my ankle was fractured. It’s been three hours ago but it’s still painful, babe. Can you come here, please?” her voice was very pitiful.

"Maybe she just prefers younger guys. We should have had you go to her instead. But it’s a lost deal now, so we have to think of another way. How about the Michele’s?" "They hold twelve percent and the last time we went to them—" "They wanted a bigger profit than what they’re offering." I hiss through my teeth, wondering if the world has always been so greedy. "We aren’t currently stable to buy it from them," Zack says, and I nod, drumming my fingers against the desk before I open my mouth. "How about we just lend it and then buy later?"

Two more groups presented and the next group was "Anna Peterson and Harry Pace!" Kavinsky and Kaylee cheered them up more than everyone as they moved forward. "What we have here, is just to explain the concept of gravity...", Anna started and when she was done, Harry picked it up from where she left it and continued. After they were done, they presented again with their project, to show how it works. "A C4!", the teacher shouted again and they went back to their seats. It was a common project he had seen over the years, so he was not that impressed.

I could hear the wind whispering through the leaves and the breathing of earthworms beneath the soil. I also heard a faint, familiar cry coming from the golden energy of a distant pack. It was my essence, and it was weeping. I focused my mind on its distant lament. … Back at the healing sanctuary, Chloe suddenly let out a piercing scream. Her body arched violently, as if something had struck her hard in the chest. Then, she spat out a mouthful of blood. In the pooling red on the floor, a single drop of golden liquid shimmered faintly.

I am pressing him into the locker. "Let go of me!" he cries out in pain. "What's happening in here?" shouts coach Brimworth. I shoved Nate away. "I said, What's happening here?" Coach Brimworth's voice is louder. Coach Brimworth viewed me as I huffed, angry, and soon his gaze lowered to the floor, seeing my broken goggles. He goes to take up a piece. "Nate, is this yours?" he asks. "Yes, sir," I say. "My 10-year-old sister gave it to me before she died from cancer." Tears come down as I say it.

He had mentioned ice cream as motivation, and that could be an excuse for when Ally was at home and was wondering where they had gone to. He needed to make a stop at Darren Harper's house. He was the school computer whiz. There was nothing he couldn’t hack into, even though his services were not known by all. He had earned the name Darren Hacker when he first hacked into the school archive to change the record of the school valedictorian from one year to another. He had done several others but that was what gained him the recognition.