Crossover Eats Novels & Stories

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

He placed a tablet on the desk and backed away like it might explode. The screen was a wall of thumbnails. Clips from news shows, gossip accounts, a polished segment from a financial network with a tasteful lower-third: Cross Family Announces Heiress; Market Reacts. Damon stabbed one at random. A panel of earnest faces blinked awake. “…and that’s the story economy at work,” the woman in the middle said. “The Crosses don’t need to litigate in public. They post warmth, they post family, and suddenly any brand seen as punishing Mya is toxic. Investors are prudent. They’re looking at optionality.”

“He crossed the rainbow bridge a few years ago.” “Oh, I see,” he answered. “And didn’t he come back?” She raised an eyebrow. Clearly, he had never come across that phrase before. “Um… what I meant was that… he passed away,” she clarified awkwardly and added, “so he’s not coming back, unfortunately.” “Oh!” He cleared his throat and smothered an embarrassed cough. “Yeah, I got it. It’s really sad when they have to go.” “Hmm” She lowered her eyes.

Several men and women come to our table and fill it with fresh fruits and vegetables and ask us what we would like to drink. After letting them know six of us chat for a bit about Dante’s favorite game, Blockcraft, our hobbies, and interests. The same men and women come back to our table with huge platters of food. They fill our plates full of meats, steamed vegetables, and mashed potatoes. My eyes just about pop out of my head at the amount of food they put on my plate and a gulp escapes my throat. Damen smiles and tells me to just eat what I can. While we eat, Jace, Alex, and Jackson open more, and I get to see more of their personalities.

Nothing could mask the sheltered upbringing she was exuding. “Bjorn,” Eustace said, coming to rest a soothing hand on Mel’s shoulder, calming the young woman down. “The hunt isn’t as dangerous as you’re making it out to be, and I am sure as a Sprite she could have a few contributions to make.” She addressed Mel, “Your help and knowledge would be appreciated when looking out for certain vegetables and spices to bring back to the clan, maybe something even new we’re not so accustomed to?” ‘Oh, no. Not this.’ Mel silently cowered. She knew enough about vegetation, but not much to be outstanding, and she doubted that the werebears didn’t already know whatever plant-based knowledge she was going

without looking up. Marcus followed with a short, “Cheeseburger, chocolate shake.” The waitress scribbled it down and walked away. The food arrived fast—plates piled high with sandwiches dripping with cheese and sauces, baskets of crispy fries, tall milkshakes topped with whipped cream and cherries. The team dug in, moans of satisfaction filling the booth as they ate. Laughter broke out when someone dropped a fry in their shake by accident. But Ethan and Marcus ate in silence, shoulders tense, bodies angled away from each other as much as the booth allowed. They took bites carefully, making sure their arms didn’t brush, their knees didn’t bump under the table.

Conri growls… “Cr-crossbreeds…You a-are in-indeed a c-catastrophe…Y-you must vanish or else…I must inform them-“ “Do you know what? Why crossbreeds remain legends?” “Yo-“ “It’s because…no one has ever lived after seeing them.” “Ug----kkk!” Conri pulls the ice bow from the Lighten’s knee and watches him slowly losing his breath. "Con, is it not done yet?" Royu flashes in front him like a flowing soundless lightning. "Yeah, let's go. Where is everyone?" Conri asks. "Matt is already cleaning the mess. What should we do after this?"

« Next group will come in one hour. We might have enough time for me to prepare you for what's to come. » Bianca put her chin in her hands and blinked. « You are in Crossroads Café. » « Ooooooh… » she said in a surprised tone. As if to mock his words. But Mat did not stop. « Crossroads Café is a place specially made by the Wind Tribe. My tribe. It took a lot of spirits and magic to build that place. » « Magic? » Bianca frowned. « Yeah… magic. » Mat stopped as he watched Bianca's face.

“Croissants. From the place that pretends they’re from Paris.” “Bless you,” I muttered, taking one. Lila perched on the arm of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “So… I woke up to your face all over my feed again. It’s giving ‘star-crossed scandal sequel.’” I groaned. “Please don’t start.” She grinned. “Relax. I’m not judging. I’m just saying — the man looked like a walking heartbreak out there. You could feel the tension through the photos.”

“Now, I have to worry about sitting alone to eat in a big hall filled with strangers, with no appetite to even pick a grain of rice. Aiye… how can I be so unfortunate? Aiye—” “Ai-ya!” I sat up swiftly. “What are you sighing for?” “I promise I'll pay for your meal,” she said, lifting her three fingers up. “I'm not concerned about that. No sitting with people just to lie through your teeth, promise?” “I promise,” she said without hesitation. We went to the cafeteria and after ordering food, Nora dug in like she hadn't eaten for days. I had barely picked a piece of meatballs and dipped it into the sauce when I noticed two people sit opposite us, dropping their unfinished food on the table.