Novelas y relatos de Crossroads

Before the woman could even react, Patrick shoved her aside impatiently. "Enough already. Get lost. You're just here to leech off the traffic from my livestream." Straightening his tailored suit with an exaggerated poise, he turned back to the camera. "Everything's clear now. This woman bought her ticket from some no-name lottery shack in some backwater village. Obviously, she got scammed." His words did not spark relief among our classmates and lecturers. Instead, they looked regretful.

Ava’s POV The message came just after sunset. Ethan: Meet me at the Southridge Gym. 8 p.m. You’ll understand when you get here. I almost ignored it. Almost. But by seven-thirty, I was already driving, headlights slicing through the quiet stretch of highway that connected Charlotte to the smaller districts. The night felt heavier than usual, like it knew I was heading somewhere I shouldn’t. Southridge wasn’t far — forty minutes from the city, tucked between worn-out warehouses and fading streetlights. The gym was old, local, the kind of place you’d miss if you weren’t looking.

A silent rebellion against the unspoken rules of our home. Sometimes, after school, if Zane was distracted, Zye would linger near the main gate. Morison, bless his heart, would find an excuse to be busy nearby. Zye would talk, her voice soft, about her day, about her dreams of far-off places. I’d listen, offering quiet observations. Those moments, few and far between, were oxygen. They reminded me that not everyone in the world, not even in that house, saw me as an infection of poverty.

But you couldn’t overlook the front entrance. A big black crow with spread wings was on the golden door - one wing on the left part, the other one on the right. It made you think it was the entrance to another mysterious world. So visible even at night - the golden light lit it up from the back. It seemed to be burning with vivid flames of eternal destruction.

I joked in an attempt to lighten the now heavy atmosphere that settled between us. My father rolled his dark, hooded eyes before continuing, "We found one way to escape hell. The place your subconscious took you too was a place that lies between the realm of mortals and the realm of hell." "It's how demons come into this realm. It's a bridge that was created. Under the bridge is a sea full of anger and hate. It is known as the sea of lost souls," my mother explained further. A frown now covering the soft features of her face.

… Isolde gave Seraphina’s family a polite nod, her smile composed and elegant. “Having weddings on the same day is a kind of fate, isn’t it? “Let me and my husband also offer our congratulations.”

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

I blinked, trying to steady my vision, but everything kept shifting—like the walls were breathing. Two doorways soon came into view. “1069…” I mumbled, staring at the card in my hand, wondering where I was supposed to insert it. I don't know why I was saying the numbers aloud, but I couldn't stop it. “1069,” I repeated, searching for the number tag. I looked above the entrances. “No number?” I asked myself and blinked, to make my blurry vision clearer. My focus cleared, and I tried to pronounce the… words?

I hope that I’ve piqued your curiosity now, if you want to figure out what each of these mean then you have to find the next wreath. To second direction is this. As you continue on your walk, you will find yourself faced with an uphill climb. Don’t worry though, because there is a way around it. Just as the crossroads you passed just now, there is more than one way to continue on. You’ve got this.