Don T Cross The Line Novels & Stories

“I didn’t want this. I never looked at another man from the moment you were mine. So don’t turn this around on me like I’m the one who crossed the line, when you crossed every line there is to cross.” He got to his feet. “Baby⁠—”

TBC Hey guys... there's an ongoing contest. Don't forget to click on my book. Crossed Liness available on Literie, thank you. Here's a sneak peek. CHAPTER FOUR Don't Cross the Line ~ KATHERINE It's absurd. His rules are absurd. ONE- Don't Cross the Line. There were so many lines that were not supposed to be crossed. TWO- Don't Touch My Stuff. THREE- Don't ruin my Reputation. FOUR- You do not cower when I initiate intimacy.

“More than most people in this city. If you could make a call, pull a few strings, maybe fast-track part of the approval—” “No,” Xavier cut in immediately. Damian blinked. “I didn’t even finish.” “You didn’t need to,” Xavier said flatly. “I can’t do that.” Damian opened his mouth, then closed it. “You could if you wanted to.” “And you know I won’t, you of all people know that it doesn't work like that,”Xavier replied. “And I definitely cannot and would not cross that line.” Damian chuckled lightly. “I figured I’d try.”

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

“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.”

If possible he wanted to end this as soon as possible. The problem is getting more and more complicated so it's better to end everything, first the relationship with Calliope, then her daughter - Doris as soon as possible. But only afraid that he will encounter obstacles when he is already entangled in an inappropriate relationship with Doris. When he came into contact with Calliope, no matter how intimate he was, it was all hate and lies, so he never crossed the line. Next to him now were beautiful beauties who were many times more attractive than Doris, but he did not have any other corrupt thoughts.

the Queen said lightly, not wanting to scare or confuse Ceanna too much. The teenager looked back at her with a slight frown on her face, so the queen continued. “A great red cannot kill anyone from their bloodline because the blessings in their genes are not theirs to end.” “She put her hands around my throat,” came the painful whisper. Kaliah closed her eyes, willing to absorb some of the pain she felt in her young counterpart. “She was- and still is- blinded by agony and loss. I know it’s no excuse for what she put you through, but when you make yourself feel small, you’re rejecting who she made you.”

Alessio said to the mystery person on the other end of the line. "I think someone got here before us." "Yes." "Can you? I don't want to walk into a trap." Alessio gestured for us to walk back outside but I shook my head. This was part of my brother's company and this was my case. If someone was going to fuck it up, I wanted to know. I hobbled toward the hall, ignoring Alessio. He tried to reach out and grab me but as soon as his hand jerked my arm, I let out a gasp of pain and he let go swiftly as if it had burned him and not me.

With my empty cup. And this feeling: I've crossed a line. And I no longer know if there's a path back.

Because even in madness— She was still the line he wouldn’t fully cross… without her will. 😏🔥 DONE