Crossover Fiction Novels & Stories

" His plea only made me laugh. He wanted to use me as his scapegoat again? Did he really think I would be his fool for life? I crouched until our eyes were level. I gripped his chin tightly and whispered into his ear, "In our previous life, you and that woman drained me dry. And in this life, you want to suck me dry again? Patrick, do you really take me for an idiot?" His eyes widened in horror. "You... You're also..." "That's right," I sneered. "Just like you, I was reborn." Patrick shook his head frantically. "No... That's impossible! If you were reborn, then why didn't you buy this lottery ticket?"

Then she picked up her phone, and scrolled, scrolled and scrolled. Then stopped. “Business mogul and billionaire tycoon Jasper Moretti found dead in abandoned house” the headline of the news read. Her heart skipped. "Is this one of Ethan's friends?" She asked herself. “Might be a coincidence. Maybe a name sake.” She dropped the phone and took up the book once more. Flipping more pages even though her head screamed not to. She flipped once then stopped, and flipped it back. Her heart dropped. "Nolan Cross.” Boldly written in black ink, different from the others.

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The man was a quick learner, picking up on what Marietta had said, even the word pupus that he didn't know, and embodying it. — First, I would like to talk a little about what I write. In Oz they say my books they are a little transgressive, that make a certain confusion of genres. Bookstores don't know much whether they are classified as mystery books, paranormal books or action thrillers. You've probably already noticed this trend in the publishing world. In the past, used to If so, there were clear limits to commercial fiction. A book was a mystery story, a fiction

Susan, now more calm, asked her husband. "The cabinet. Is a transportation artifact. If what I'm interpreting from the runes is correct, it is one of a pair. When something is put inside it, and the doors are closed, if the other twin has its doors closed too, the content inside both cabinets will change place. No matter the protection around, and no matter the distance. Theoretically, it could pierce any protection. No pierce is the wrong word to use, since the protection would be intact, like nothing happened." "Ohh… That's Interesting, and dangerous at the same time."

It is not like he will be around much longer, as I have already unintentionally bridged him to his mate. That is correct, I make bridges. These are spiritual and magical bridges for others to cross to that which they sometimes want, need, or desire. I only found out a few weeks ago that I have this ability. Prior to that, I had thought I was cursed. You see, every time I get involved with someone, they find the woman they end up with. They break it off with me. Oftentimes, they just ghost me. It is rude and pathetic, but most people lack bravery and basic decency.

Now, all at once, it hit me that everything I had given over the years had been nothing more than a one-sided effort. I was just about to book a flight when I realized I had forgotten my ID and passport, so I had no choice but to return home. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a mess all over the floor. Leftover snacks were scattered everywhere, along with half-finished dishes left behind. Right by the bedroom door lay something impossible to miss—a box of levonorgestrel pills and a piece of wine-red lingerie. Willow had never liked being physically intimate with me. Even Naomi's existence had come from a drunken incident.

She grabs them out of the rose garden and runs through the hallways. “But, m-my queen—you shouldn’t be running. This is---“ “With me, I’ll make sure the two of you will always be happy!” Aria smiles at them with determination on her face. She has decided. She will change her fate –the fate of crossbreeds and the system of the new Utopia. Just like what she has read about the archaeon book, she has decided to bring things back to where it all begins…

Yet, I still crossed it. I know I had to find Lily. I had no choice but to find the girl. I shifted once I crossed, knowing that my black pelt will make it more obvious I was not part of their pack, but I will be easier hidden in the shadows. I ran through the trees, picking up the faintest scent of Lilacs. It led me further and further away from safety but closer to Lily. That was… up until my senses got overwhelmed by the smell of coffee. O crap…

Or the moon even though it now slumbers? So, I walk, losing track of time, as day fades towards dusk and the fireflies begin to come out to paint the sky. My phone buzzes in my pocket but I ignore it with an obsessive need to follow the invisible thread to where it ends or perhaps, begins. And then I catch a scent in the air. The rogue we are hunting has passed this way and not so long ago. And he was not alone, the wind also holds the smell of rain and roses, and jasmine and sandalwood, the Cross sisters. Bale’s musk is of sandalwood and grass, traces of which his cub inherited, just as I know I smell of my father’s cedar along with blood oranges. Every wolf has a distinct odor, much in th