Crossy Road Character Novels & Stories

But because he’s the kind of person who doesn’t take no for an answer. Damian Cross is stubborn. Maddeningly, infuriatingly stubborn. And no matter how many times I tell him to back off, I have a sinking feeling he’s not going anywhere anytime soon.

“I didn’t know sweets were good before then. It was just a coincidence that the first sweet I got to have was that small bakery’s, beside our university, strawberry shortcake.” Cross chuckles. “I remember how much you would ask me to drive you there despite telling me how uncomfortable you are actually riding my… bike.” He slaps this naughty man’s arm just because he completely remembered something else with that short remark. Damn. Cross is the only living man that could mix wholesomeness to sudden naughtiness so perfectly. That made Cross laugh and earned them teasing glances and approving smiles from their friends. He can even imagine Elijah smiling widely as he drives as Eden shares him

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

He was wearing a black hoodie that covered half of his face, a jeans trouser, sunglasses that were completely unnecessary for someone inside a supermarket. "Rana? Rana!" That familiar voice beamed happiness and he embraced me tightly, resulting in a startled squeak from me. I was scared at the guessed bad guy. "Who the hell are you?" I managed to shove him off, drew my eyebrows into a pissed frown, "that voice, it's familiar." I muttered with, nodding my head in approval but really perplexed at the fact that my brain wasn't waking up to recall it. "It's me," he looked around for a while then took off his glasses and raised his hoodie a little bit to show the glorious face of my one and only,

Ethan was a strategist; he was already trying to build a bridge from where we were to where we had to go. "What do we do?" I asked. He looked back at the counter, then back at me. A small, crooked smile touched the corner of his mouth the kind of smile he wore when he was down by two points in the final minute of a game. It was a look of grim determination mixed with a hint of something that looked dangerously like hope.

The door opened and a beautiful MILF walked out with flour stains all over her apron. Well, well, well, a mother and her son. I must be feeling lucky- “Who is this, sweety?” she didn't even care I was around his age, she embarrassed him with that statement. Cross froze, loosening up immediately. He looked at a loss for words and would rather hide under the ground than be here right now. I was still on Operation: save Cross, so I stepped up and gave her my best smile, “Hello, ma'am. My name is Cyrus. Damian and I go to school together.”

A tiny figure shot out from the shadows in the hallway, crashing into my arms. "Daddy!" Naomi cried, clutching my shirt as she buried her tiny face against it. "I missed you so much, Daddy… Please don't leave again…" I froze where I stood, my hand resting on her soft hair. My fingers brushed the curls—her natural waves, just like mine—and something in my stomach fluttered ever so slightly. When I looked up, Willow was standing near the stairwell, holding a bulging canvas bag. Stray hairs fell across her forehead, tousled by the wind.

“Wow,” I said and it echoed back to me. I was in the foyer of the castle. It was a long hallway and alongside the walls, gold-framed paintings of old men hung lazily. Kent and Max were in front of me, leading the way. “Max, I am sure you are tired.” Kent snapped his fingers and a giggling young girl ran up to him. “Ser,” she bowed. “Clothes for Max.” He simply said. The girl disappeared and another appeared in her place with a set of clothes. “Turn the other way,” Kent said to me. I did as I was told. So did the other girl.

He was determined to never be the reason behind her woes. *** The crossroads were tinged with a subtle orange of the setting sun. The chickens had already retired into their coop for the night. Bhoomika stood in her backyard, gazing longingly into the distance, as if expecting someone. There was a power blackout, and it was quite dark and eerie. She wasn’t quite sure, but she thought she could see a faint movement in the distance. She strained her eyes and soon enough saw someone closing in. It was the tall, handsome stranger from the train, the one who entertained her with his theatrics every day. He paused outside the fence and smiled at her.