Crossover Recruiting Novels & Stories

"Poached us to hurt you, then discarded us when it didn't work." I'm furious. These people trusted Victor. Left stable jobs for his promises. Now they're unemployed. "Can we help them?" I ask Lucien. "We can. Cross Luxury Group is always hiring. And you'll need to rebuild your team." "I can't afford to hire everyone back." "You're not hiring them back. I'm hiring them for Cross Luxury Group divisions. Some can consult with you. Others work on different brands. But everyone lands on their feet." Within a week, every person Victor laid off has a new position. Some return to my team as contractors. Others join Cross Luxury Group's other divisions.

I can’t deny that this murdered has a beautiful voice. “To… to my pack” I say, the words barely audible. “I don’t think so” I hear him say, “You crossed the territory” “She didn’t mean to” Felix says, stepping forward to try and get me. “One more step and you’ll belong here too boy” the man says. Felix retracts his step. “I’m hardly in your territory” I try but know it’s no use. The grip on my wrist tightens and I know I’ll bruise.

So weird! They were rich, spoilt brats. They never revealed their names to anyone, never revealed their personalities. It was so hard for a guy to get into that bullshit group. They were every girls dream, except me. They were all dumb snoots to me. "So," Ava continued and took a fruit bar from her purse, opened it, and began to eat it. "I said they have additions. They are now 25. This cute nerd, Hart, joined them. He has to change his name now."

"The third is designed specifically to capture or eliminate you, regardless of casualties." "They're not just hunting me anymore," I realized with growing horror. "They're coming for everyone." "It gets worse," Axel said, pulling up another screen full of intercepted communications. "They're not just mobilizing their own forces. They've been sending out recruitment calls to every supernatural rogue, outcast, and mercenary on the West Coast." "They're offering substantial payments for anyone willing to join what they're calling the 'Final Convergence.'" "Final Convergence," Kael repeated. "That doesn't sound ominous at all."

Nevertheless, he maintained a humble demeanor, nodding in acceptance. "And what training camp would that be?" he asked, following Harvey’s lead. Director Harvey did not answer directly but instead asked, "Are you familiar with the Supernatural Joint Recruitment?" "Of course!" Lancelot nodded enthusiastically, a look of longing crossing his face. The Supernatural Joint Recruitment, formally known as the Crimson Alliance Supernatural Academy Joint Admission Exam, was held every two years. It was a selection-based exam, with outstanding results allowing access to better academies and more resources. It was the Alliance’s version of a university entrance exam, though far more competitive, as the

But exciting and worth looking forward to. For Devang Chaudhary, fondly known as Dev in his circle of friends, family, and colleagues, this marked the beginning of a new journey in his life. It was his first day on his dream job. A month back, after a grueling series of tough interviews, he bagged a challenging senior role at a Fortune 500 company in the city.

“All of them?” “Yes.” She arched a brow. “And what about the humans inside? Nurses, techs, janitors. People who took a paycheck and didn’t ask enough questions. Do we slit their throats too?” “If they’re part of Cross, they’re not civilians,” the Hawk leader, Crispin, said with a sharp click of his tongue. “They’re complicit.” “Some of them are ignorant,” Lucas countered. “Some are terrified. You know damn well Cross recruits orphans, runaways, displaced kids. They’re not all gleeful monsters.”

"Not worse. Maybe... not better either. Stable." "That's enough for today," Sloane nodded. "I'm not putting you back in the ring. Only mobilization—three stages. And this afternoon: nothing. Rest." Lennox didn't object. Not for a second. "Alright," he said simply. This "alright" wasn't resignation. It was trust. Marcus sipped his coffee with a faint smile, then looked at Sloane. "So the recruitment starts?" "It does," Sloane answered. "And we're not just looking for sparring partners anymore. We're building a new structure.