Crossover Eats Novels & Stories

It is Enzo, sitting at a table with an unidentified female companion. Dread nibbles at me as Clara Cross Is meant to be allergic to shellfish and I've been caught dining in at one of the city's most infamous seafood restaurants. "To the office, Miss Cross." He responds in a smokey tone, his palm resting on the small of my back as he escorts me out of the restaurant, and my body quivers under his touch.

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.”

As Dev’s train pulled into the crossroad that evening, the beautiful mouth-watering aroma of a delicious curry floated in through the bars, one that immediately reminded him of home and of his mother’s cooking. His taste buds tingled as it strongly brought to mind that divine, crispy, golden bhature and tangy chole masala he had two weeks ago when he had visited his mom. There were many households in that area and it was hard to pinpoint where exactly it was coming from, that is, until, the train stopped right across Bhoomika’s house.

They are called- The Crossbreeds.

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.

The symbol of the grime clan blazed like an ashen emblem against the brown background of the final layer, and Mel’s eyes widened in awe. “This… this is…” Mel stared at it, speechless. Eustace’s lips spread in a fond smile and she stared silently at Mel for a while, pleased. “You will have to remain standing for a short while,” she softly said, taking hold of Mel’s fingers. “Once we’re done with your face, we should be set for the evening.” Mel contemplated asking Eustace if she could eat since she had missed lunch but thought against it. There would be a feast during the ceremony. She would eat then.

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.

« 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.