Crossover Eats Novels & Stories

“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.”

Dangerous. Mark followed my gaze, his brows pulling into a small crease of confusion. “Friend of yours?” I hesitated. My mouth opened, but my tongue caught the truth before it could spill. “Mr. Cross,” I said evenly. “He owns the club I work at. Vortex.” I glanced at Mark and added, a touch too quickly, “He’s...kind of a big deal in the tech world.” Nathan approached with all the calm menace of a panther, his smirk slow and deliberate. “You make me sound so dull, Lana.”

“Then starve you will. If you don’t eat this meat, you don’t eat nothing at all!” I clench my jaw and cross my arms. I would rather starve than eat raw meat. He tosses a piece of it on the canvas before CeCe. She takes a deep breath and moves back from the meat. I pick it up and toss it as far away from us as I can in the small space. For now, the wolf picks it up and eats it. I put my arm around CeCe as the monster tears into the meat with its teeth and eats the bones clean.

“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.

" I gruffed. "That's nice." She cupped all the selected carrots on the table, with the side of her hands then made them for a circular shape together, returning to eat her salad. "It's more than nice… it's great!" I beamed and started with the journey of eating my spaghetti and meatballs that would have definitely gotten cold "I also met with Roger, he had come to college today, just to see me." She blushed, taking the remnant of her salad in one spoon.

She looked like she’d just come from a meeting she’d bullied someone into canceling. “I brought caffeine,” Hailey said, brushing past her into the living room. “And croissants, because I knew you wouldn’t eat anything solid today.” Elara blinked. “It’s too early for this level of concern.” “It’s eleven-thirty,” Hailey corrected, dropping the bag on the couch. “And I saw your face on every business outlet this morning. The CrossTech–Duval merger’s being dubbed The Power Couple Partnership.” Elara groaned. “Of course it is.”

[Sure. Some classmates asked why the restaurant was so far from campus. Only I knew the answer. The place just happened to be right next to the convenience store. At 11:30 a.m., everyone, lecturers and students alike, was already seated. That was when Patrick and Emily strolled in, deliberately late, hand in hand. Every head turned toward them. The two of them had completely reinvented themselves, dripping luxury from head to toe. Patrick strutted forward and handed out branded bags to every classmate.

I assumed the farce had finally ended, but as I stood in the luxury boutique listening to the manager's report on last quarter's new arrivals, those same familiar leather soles echoed behind me once more. I turned, and there stood Thomas at the entrance, arm crossed with a scowl. "It's you again! Bumpkins and freaks have no business in high-end stores." He sauntered inside, sizing me up like discarded trash. "We don't sell cheap grocery bags here, old man." His gaze swept the displays before locking on the limited-edition crocodile-skin shoes in the clerk's hands. He said simply, "I'll take those." The clerk hesitated, glancing at me. "Sir..."

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