Crossroad Meme Novels & Stories

"I don't know where you get these wild ideas from. By the way, I heard a new cafe just opened back home. We should check it out when I'm back." Or the time when he switched his all-black profile picture to one with a cartoon avatar. Worried, I'd called him and joked self-deprecatingly, "Have you really met someone taller, slimmer, and cuter than me?" Xavier had evaded that question as well, and instead asked me, "Are you working on Memorial Day?" "Yeah." "Guess we can't meet up, then. It would be tedious." When I finally snapped out of my daze, Xavier was no longer looking at me. His gaze was fixed on his phone as his thumbs flew over the keyboard. I smiled, rose to my feet, and left through

She lowered her eyes. A brief, awkward silence followed before Dev decided to keep the conversation going. “Remember Rocky, the German Shepherd?” “Uh-huh.” “Well, he didn’t stay on much after dad passed away.” “Where’d he go?” “Um… he too... crossed that ‘bridge’ you were talking about?” He air-quoted. “Oh, that’s… so bad.” Was he being funny? “Yes, it is. I’m sure that he’s in a great place though.” “True,” she commented.

“ Don't tell me you haven't seen it. You're literally all over gossip hub right now. Oh, and how's the hotel? Is it huge?” “What do you mean?” “Someone filmed the whole hotel scene. The lobby confrontation, the receptionist…everything. It's trending. You should probably see it…before mom does.” I pulled the phone away from my ear and logged into the site, heart thumping loudly. A familiar headline came into view immediately. “Hey, Rory. I think the commenters are just haters, okay? People love to tear someone apart when they don't even know the full story.” I sat up, reading the headline they used.

At seventeen, Damien Delta severed all ties with his best friend. Without a single word or explanation, he cut Harrison Kane, out of his life completely. For years, Damien stayed on the circuit, masterfully calculating his schedule to make sure their paths never crossed. When dodging Harrison became too difficult, Damien quit driving altogether, stepping away from the track to build the cars instead. He thought he was safe behind the scenes. He was wrong. When the Delta empire faces complete ruin, Damien is forced to break his own golden rule. Dragged out of retirement for SLAT—the most prestigious, brutal racing tournament in the world—he has to step back into the driver's seat.  And

The rules I have learned so far are as follows: o Rule One: Bridges are not allowed to use magic for self-benefit, hence why I am broke. o Rule Two: Bridges are restricted in using magic or thought to cast vengeance or harm to those they have bridged, even unintentionally. o Rule Three: Bridges must endure selected traumatic hardships to better acclimate them to various scenarios of pain, fear, hope, and despair, hence my PTSD, anxiety, and depression. o Rule 4: Bridges cannot undo, tear down, or destroy, by any means, the bridges they laid for others. This basically also plays into the no vengeance or recourse allowed rule.

I also sent a message to my lawyer, telling him to include a clause that I would voluntarily give up custody of Naomi. For the next two days, Willow and Naomi didn't come home. I knew what they had been doing exactly because everything I had to know was on Willow's Instagram. In one post, Naomi sat on Luther's shoulders, grinning and holding up a cotton candy. Willow stood nearby, looking at them with a happy smile. The caption read, "Our simple happiness." At a bistro, Willow fed Luther a bite of cut steak, smiling the whole time. More glaring photos like these flashed past my eyes. I said nothing and simply hit "like".

“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.”

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?"

But, I had just found out that I was expecting Rosy, and I was completely turned around by the news. I hear the sound of tires followed by a boom. Two cars had just collided at an intersection. No smell of blood and more fear than harm, apparently. Intersection... Crossroads. I look down at my screen again and try to enter the place's name. A muffled cry leaves my lips. In the West, lost on the road in the middle of nowhere. Placed at an unlikely crossroads : Crossroad Café.

"Don't be fooled by him, everyone. He's just trying to use this gimmick to become some internet celebrity. Instead of putting his energy into something proper, he's resorting to tricks like this to scam people. I'm going to teach him a lesson today!" Her words left the whole room stunned. The livestream chat exploded. [Wait, what's going on? I thought he won big.] [So this guy was bluffing? And he dared to do it at a graduation party?] [Don't tell me the whole class is in on this stunt.] Snapping out of his shock, Patrick roared in anger, "Bullshit! I clearly won the lottery! Open your damn eyes and look at it!" He waved his ticket high in the air.