Dangerous Crossing Book Novels & Stories

I flipped the page but the next one had been torn– more like ripped out of the book. “What the…” did dad do this? I read the next page and found no cohesion and coherence to the page about mates. “Yeah, whatever,” I dropped the book and got thinking, racking my brain to come up with a plan. Depleting a human's life sounded serious but what was the other effect? I was as reckless as they come but even I didn't like diving into anything without knowing fully well the consequences. Could I proceed and risk it all or just walk away from Cross…

Boom. A deafening blast shook the room through the east wing of the casino and fire erupted. A thick and shocking smoke swallowed everything, “Dad! Caleb! Uncle Sam!” I shouted, my voice swallowed by the chaos around me. people screamed, tripping over each other, trying to escape the collapse of the ceiling or find some clean air to breath. Dust and debris fell like rain from the ceiling. But Blackwood men were already pulling guns, searching for enemis in the mess.

“This is the diary of Amanda Crossfield. Should you come across this book while I am deceased, please read it. The dead have nothing to fear. If I am still alive, proceed no further. I will flay your skin in the open sun and coat your exposed insides with honey.” “Ouh, gnarly,” I hissed. But the blood. That wasn’t a mistake…it wasn’t just the air setting a mood. It was the smell of the book, and the more I read, the wider my eyes got. I was seeing things that my own mother wrote that made so much sense, and at the same time, just made me freeze with shock. By the time I was at the last page, most of the paper was covered and smeared in the red liquid that had now turned deep maroon.

, but before the old lady could complete CEO intervenes,” just throw her out of my cabin right now or else I am going to fire you all”, ordering his guards Just burn each and every copy of this book or else ....”, But before she could complete her sentence suddenly her voice gets husky and his facial expressions starts changing, and she again continues,” I am going to. “, and once again before completing her sentence she ends up hitting wall of the room exploding her mind like a bomb and soon her blood spills all over the room which leaves both of us scared So not having any other option with just ended up burning each and every copy of the book which were collected across the globe but stil

She gave him stone. “You must know,” he continued, pacing the narrow length of the room, “that men like Ethan Cross leave wreckage in their wake. Brilliant, yes. Charismatic, certainly. But dangerous. Always dangerous. For those who stand too close, doubly so.” His gaze flicked back to her. “Do you ever worry that you’ve chained yourself to a sinking ship?” Her silence was answer enough. He stopped pacing, turning toward her fully, the aristocratic veneer sharpening into something harder. “Bad things seem to be happening,” he said, each word clipped and precise, “to people who have been dealing with Mr. Cross.”

He's in the Viva family and he has to stay no matter what. ​Victor stares at his laptop screen blankly. His eyes emotionless. His private office dominated with novels on the shelves seems to be a void to him. Victor is the author of several best selling crime thrillers. He has been writing for over twenty years but as of lately he can't. His imagination is blocked as he can't even type on a word. He does not know what the problem is. He has taken walks around the parks. Read other books. Even lied on the cold tiles whether something good would come out of it but nothing yet. Catherine opens the door and walks in.

I rest my head on his chest feeling something massive and unnamed blooming in the dark between us. I can’t help but feel it. This is the moment I cross the point of no return. The shared toothpaste, his razor by my brush, and the sound of his steady breathing in the dark. All these small, domestic things are infinitely more dangerous than anything Volkov could ever throw at me. Because bullets, I know how to dodge. But this, I’m walking straight into.

The way that always sounds like a wall turning out to have a door in it. Outside, Westbrook Academy goes on being exactly what it has always been. Inside, I have just decided to do the most dangerous thing I have ever done. And I do not yet know that Landon Cross has already done something far more dangerous than I realize. Something he is hoping I never find out.

The elevator doors closed. And that was the moment Damian Cross’s perfect little secret trip turned into a ticking bomb.

There was a difference, albeit it was hard to tell on some. Great. Just what they needed. He liked their odds when he assumed they were dealing with a ragtag assortment of people in it for the money. The idea that they had an organized force on hand was far more alarming. This sort of thing was happening on US soil far more than he wanted to admit to himself. "Come on," he whispered after the men had passed. The most dangerous part would be crossing the aisle. From there, he was hoping they could find a door and then an exit. He was fairly certain that last left was simply turning into the building. Which meant, if he was right, an exit could be on the other side of that wall.