Dangerous Crossing Book Novels & Stories

Narrative POV Dai and Lia step out of the elevator with their hands roaming over their bodies, breaking the intense kiss to unlock the door as they continue their assault on each others lips. Kicking off their shoe at the living room as they make out. Dai getting impatient, picks up Lia bridal style to the bedroom.

Raven sounded a little confused, and still looked embarrassed. Heather put her book on the table and pushed it in front of Raven. There was a small picture on the front, just like most of Raven's Braille books. The picture looked like a little blonde girl wearing a homemade Superman -- Supergirl, I suppose -- costume. The title was Robin's Great Adventures. At the bottom of the picture I could barely make out the words "A story by", then in larger letters "Raven Tipton".

Two black SUVs sped through the dark highway, engines roaring beneath the storm clouds gathering overhead. Lax sat in the passenger seat this time, one hand pressed briefly against the wound beneath his jacket while his other rested near his gun. The driver beside him kept glancing nervously into the mirror. The second vehicle followed closely behind them, Lax noticed it immediately. His eyes narrowed slightly, something felt wrong. The bridge ahead stretched long and empty beneath flickering streetlights. Then— BANG! The driver’s skull exploded instantly, blood splattered violently across the windshield. The SUV swerved out of control.

As long as I can touch that divine face and kiss those lips, I’ll give my life to the scariest creature. I go on my knees, crawling towards him, he shifts, leaning more on the headboard, and I shift even closer, my eyes focus on one thing… his face… those ripe, juicy lips. I’m so focused I don’t notice that his claws are out, digging into the bed and ripping the bedsheet to shreds, and probably me too if I go any closer. I’m too blind to see the danger. I reach him, and I climb, like a tree, since my petite body is too small. I place myself between his legs, a place that once felt like the most dangerous place ever.

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO GORE. SKIP TO ************ Eliza flew across the intersection and landed on the opposite cross-walk, her body skipping in between the white lines. The shinny truck skidded to a stop, the smell of burnt tires filled the air. The commotion on the sidewalks halted instantly. An odd feeling filling the air, one I had never experienced. People's gasps of fear were loud, but the numerous amounts of people dialing 911 were louder. The glaring sun now watched behind thick clouds. The street was covered in shadows but her firey hair seemed to be like a lighthouse, laying in the middle of the road. A scream ripped through me. I clawed against Diesel's arms that we

*** I was coming from the upper side walking towards a bridge with a baby crying loudly, I was trying to move closer to save the baby but a deafening sound was resounding into the dark of the night, terrifyingly approaching the bridge. I moved a step, and the feminine figure also moved a step. While I was a few meters away from the baby, just like flash, she arrived some distance away from me and before I could say or do anything her lips start moving up and down, and the dryness of the baby pierced through the air. It was as if someone was lifting the baby because she was halfway in the air. The baby was descending in a fast process, before I could part open my mouth to say, "stop!"

That is when I see it again! The strange silhouette figure appears to be moving through the trees and keeping up in pace with our vehicle. My hand tenses in Damen’s and he follows my gaze towards the figure as well. “We are being followed,” I say in a concerned whisper to Damen. “Once we reach the border of our lands, it will not be able to get through our current wards,” Damen attempts to assure me, but my elevated heartbeat steadies at its quickened pace. [Damen’s POV]

“I won’t—I won’t ask again—” “You won’t,” Marcus agreed. The word landed like a door slamming shut. Silence stretched between them. Heavy. Suffocating. The morning traffic continued around them, but it felt distant, like the world had narrowed down to just the two of them on that crosswalk. Marcus leaned in just enough that his voice dropped even lower—private, dangerous, the kind of calm that promised worse things if ignored. “I could make you disappear,” he said evenly. “And no one would ask questions.”

The crew was a fierce, uncontained energy, a sharp, living force that filled the space with life and the thrill of risk and danger. They used barrels and planks to create a makeshift bridge across the pit, their movements a vivid, living presence that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unknown. Just as they thought they were safe, a new danger awaited them. A flooded section of the labyrinth stretched ahead, its presence a wild, uncontained energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of risk and danger.

After coming back home with big grin on my face I was ready to face my readers and the press at the next day's event. Next morning, I got up from the bed feeling anxious. I couldn't tell if it were for the stage fright, but I got a feeling that something bad is about to happen. Was it because of exposing myself to the public for the first time since I got close to Hiro? “Ana… calm down and breathe… There won't be any snipers hiding around the community center to shoot you, and no one will go there to kidnap you. You won't face any danger. You are safe,” I kept telling myself, so I could make my heart at ease.