Dangerous Crossing Book Novels & Stories

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

Chapter Eleven [Switching School] “It only takes 15 minutes before we turn left, but that will be the beginning of terrible struggles against all odds because the road to the left turn is not only narrow, rocky, and full of deep holes but when it rains becomes muddy, slippery, and water can sweep away. At last, this passenger vehicle has few passengers, and I can set properly inside of it while traveling because I know that the road from here to the crossing is completely cemented and all vehicles can travel smoothly. But this time, I'm confident that I'll sit inside, next to the back of the driver's seat, rather than near the door.”

I finally decided to write my first book. And honestly, it feels like stepping into a room I’ve always been daydreaming of but never dared to enter. The beginning might not be perfect. Still a little rough around the edges, but I promise, it only gets better. This story dives deep into a dark, addictive romance. One that’s brutal, steamy, and emotionally intense. Inside, you’ll find a captive romance, enemies-to-lovers tension, obsession, lust, second chances, betrayal, drama, a dangerously possessive antihero, and forbidden power.

His grip tightened on my wrist and for the first time, I was truly afraid. I was alone, with a man twice my size, with anger capable of anything, I was so damn afraid. My heart lurched and the tears fell, “I hate you. I hate him,” And suddenly at a slight nod from Nik to the driver car began to pick up speed. “Artymov, what are you doing,” I was shattered as memories forced themselves into my mind, I heard the screeching of the care, tires eating away at road. The scream and skid, the crash and then nothing

A car honked loudly, and another almost ran over us, but the driver stopped immediately while we ran. “You crazy brats!” The driver shouted. But Peter and I didn't give up, we kept running, dodging the cars that appeared, until we finally crossed that highway. “Give me the keys. I drive!” Peter said, rushing as soon as we reached the other bank. My heart beats hard, and fear takes over. I put my hand in my bag, took out the car key, and handed it to him. “Annie, wait!” Dad, who wouldn't give up, was shouting at me while crossing the dangerous road too.

The day he mentioned killing people, I knew he would start rushing out. I walked towards the reading table and my hands slid over the books in the rack. I pulled one randomly out only to find out it was the one I had already read. I flipped through the page out of instinct blowing papery air over my face. While doing so, a small blue paper flies out spinning in the air like a snow drop till it reached my feet. I place the book on the table and bent down to pick the paper. Spreading it open, I read the handwritten line in it and it left my eyes wide.

I'd played this game too many times. I fumbled again, and this time, a click echoed, amplified by the frantic beat of my heart. "Mona! Open this damn door!" His voice, thick with liquor and rage, vibrated through the thin wood. I didn't dare answer. Maybe by morning, he'd have forgotten the details, or at least be too hungover to care. But for now, I was getting out of here! I yanked the window open and peered outside. It was daytime, making everything visible, but no less terrifying. It was a long drop, and the thought of landing awkwardly, possibly breaking my neck, sent a wave of nausea through me. I wasn't ready to die yet.

It could kick start the looming war, with my side as the attacking force. The girls didn’t seem under duress or to be in distress. I wanted to rush in to save them, but… “This is the rogue border,” Martin said. Amelia and her parents had shifted to talk. I shifted too. “They crossed the border here. I can’t detect anyone with them. It was like they were on a sort of adventure walk, but they could be walking straight into danger…” “You can’t cross the border without starting the war,” Martin said, understanding at once. “The children could remain undetected but your Alpha scent will give you away at once. Your presence there would likely make everything worse.”

“Run!!! Through there. Scale the wall. They’re closing in!!” Wails filled the air as they had grown tired; running for so long would take its toll on anyone most especially children. Some of us knew what we had done to deserve this, others didn’t. I know we don’t have much time but we can only try. Another one has fallen, another caught. Who will save us? HOSEA

I looked at my stupid alarm wondering why it hadn't woken me up earlier, and then ,i remembered I had actually spoilt it the last time it rang by hitting it so hard. It's been three days now , three days since that incident, since I got lost in the Forest and met him , for the first two days I kept thinking about him and his words , I think he's right ,I should have been greatful instead of being so scared of him or hurting him with my words ,but after the third day ,I decided to forget all about him . It isn't like we would meet again another day . When I was seven ,my grand mother had told me stories of the blood pack and made me believe they were the most dangerous,not only that , the mos