Don T Cross The Line Novels & Stories

"And what about our father's crimes, Antonio? What about the lives he's ruined, the people he's hurt? Are we just supposed to ignore all that because he's family?" Antonio's face darkened with rage. He took a step towards Sofia, his hand raised as if to strike her. "You ungrateful little-" But before he could finish, Elena stepped between them, her voice cold and commanding. "That's enough. This is a hospital, not a boxing ring. Sofia, we're leaving. Now." As Elena led her away, Sofia could feel Antonio's glare burning into her back. She'd crossed a line, she knew. There would be no going back now.

“You’re going to fix it.” She almost laughed again. “Fix it? Damon, there is no fixing this. The Crosses are everywhere—media, law, finance. The only thing to do now is ride it out and pray they get bored.” But even as she said it, she didn’t believe it. The Cross family didn’t get bored. They got even.

I shove it toward my mouth, my entire body screaming for relief…for silence…for control. Then his voice slices through the haze. Closer now. “Don’t,” Alaric says sharply. I freeze, pill halfway to my lips. What the hell is he talking about? Why is he telling me not to take it? I clearly need it. I’m falling apart, and he’s trying to stop me? He steps forward. “You can’t take that. It’s filthy. It touched the floor.” My hand shakes harder. “I don’t care,” I whisper.

“You won’t threaten her. You won’t threaten us. There are lines even you can’t cross.” “Lines?” The voice hissed, amused. “Lines are illusions, Adrian. You’ve learned that the hard way. And yet, here you are… still believing you can control the narrative. You’re mistaken. I’ve been patient. I’ve been watching. And patience… is running thin.”

Arriving home, the sound of the front door locked behind them echoed through the quiet apartment. Lina didn’t dare turn around, she stood perfectly still in her heels and skirt, her heart pounding in her throat. Damien's voice came low, right behind her. "Strip." He commanded taking a sit. Her breath hitched, her leg going weak from the dominant word. “Here?” she asked, blinking innocently. "I thought I said no questions, you broke a rule again." She obeyed, slowly peeling off her top, letting it fall to the floor, her bra followed after exposing her pretty chest to him.

“Because you’re not okay.” “That’s not your problem.” “It is to me.” I laughed, short and bitter. “No. It really isn’t.” He stepped forward without thinking, then stopped himself halfway, like he’d remembered he wasn’t allowed to cross that invisible line anymore. “Autumn, I know I messed up. I know I hurt you. But I didn’t do it on purpose.” “I didn’t ask.”

And I know—God, I know—I’ve crossed a line. There’s no more pretending this is about love. It’s not love anymore. But I don't know what to this. I don't even dare to try.. But I do know that it's not something I'll come back from. Not something I'm willing to.

"But we can't cross that line, even if we wanted to. We have The Rule for a reason, one that has nothing to do with our brother-sister relationship. We could never do that to the rest of the BTC." "I know, I know. I just..." Shaking her head, she gave me a helpless look. "You're hot and sexy and I can't help but fantasize. A girl can dream. Just like I'm sure you dream about sticking your dick between Sam's big tits and blowing a load all over her face. That would be crossing a line, but you still think about it, don't you?"

“I was keeping it contained.” “That’s the same thing.” “No,” he replied quietly. “It’s not.” I shook my head slightly. “You keep saying that.” “Because you keep pushing past the line I’m trying to hold.” “And you’re not explaining why that line is there.” Another pause. Then he said, “Because once you cross it, you don’t get to go back.” The words landed harder than I expected. I swallowed, my chest tightening. “I’m not trying to go back,” I said.

“I know how to get answers.” I nodded, forcing a neutral expression. “Then you should know the rules. No touching. No talking. You watch. I perform. That's it.” “I'm aware,” he said. Calm. Dominant. And something about his certainty made my stomach clench. “Good,” I said. “Because if you cross the line, we stop. Immediately.” “I won't cross lines,” he said. “Not without permission.” “Hmm,” I said. “We'll see.”