Double Crossed Novels & Stories

"The rumor concerning CRUZ company...you didn't hear it?" "CRUZ company? I didn't hear about that, what was it about?" "CRUZ company was accused of producing fake designs and forging other companies' designs of paintings. It was all over the news, Clara." There was a hint of shock and surprise in Ella's voice.

Conri growls… “Cr-crossbreeds…You a-are in-indeed a c-catastrophe…Y-you must vanish or else…I must inform them-“ “Do you know what? Why crossbreeds remain legends?” “Yo-“ “It’s because…no one has ever lived after seeing them.” “Ug----kkk!” Conri pulls the ice bow from the Lighten’s knee and watches him slowly losing his breath. "Con, is it not done yet?" Royu flashes in front him like a flowing soundless lightning. "Yeah, let's go. Where is everyone?" Conri asks. "Matt is already cleaning the mess. What should we do after this?"

Her lips were soft against his and it took only a fraction of a second to register that she kind of kissed him back. Before either of them could break it off, fireworks went off with a loud bang. Startled, the two of them disconnected. “Wow,” Keion said, a smile forming on his lips, “just like in the movies.” Somehow that loosened Ceanna’s tongue. She laughed slightly and said, “And now we will become inseparable.” He laughed too. Another loud bang sounded and he turned his head to look at the colorful display blazing across the sky. It really was as Nancy had promised. As he turned to comment on it to his last mistletoe participant, he realized that she had disappeared.

It is not like he will be around much longer, as I have already unintentionally bridged him to his mate. That is correct, I make bridges. These are spiritual and magical bridges for others to cross to that which they sometimes want, need, or desire. I only found out a few weeks ago that I have this ability. Prior to that, I had thought I was cursed. You see, every time I get involved with someone, they find the woman they end up with. They break it off with me. Oftentimes, they just ghost me. It is rude and pathetic, but most people lack bravery and basic decency.

she declared, grabbing my wrist before I could object. They were seated in a circle, not far from where we originally sat. Nathan had no choice but to join us. I whispered to Nora. “What's a T or D?” “Short for Truth or Dare,” she said. The rules were simple. Answer the question… or do the dare. And if you refused, you finish one bottle of alcohol. “Let the game begin,” someone said, lifting a bottle with a grin.

threat of a fight, slowly "De-materialized." "The son of the 'Hawke' brings life to the 'Dead-Zone'?" the woman rasped, her voice full of "Acoustic" disbelief. "We heard the 'Master-Ledger' had 'Liquidated' you." "The 'Master-Ledger' is a lie," Ethan replied. "I’m just a 'Human Error' looking for a way through." The Vow of the Crossing They were allowed to pass, the scavengers even helping them rig a "Mechanical" winch to bypass the "Broken" span of the bridge. As the scout vehicle reached the other side, Ethan looked back at the "Labyrinth" they had survived.

"This is a court-issued writ of execution. And this one is a Red Notice issued by Interpol." He pointed at Leo. "You're suspected of large-scale smuggling, embezzlement, and money laundering. Sophia is suspected as an accomplice. Rosa and her relatives are suspected of assault and unlawful detention. "Throw them out." The men in black moved instantly. Leo didn't even have time to react before he was slammed face-first onto the floor. His cheek pressed into the rug where Rosa had spat earlier, and he screamed. Clutching the necklace, I was helped to my feet.

I responded with a glare. The shorter staff cleared his throat. "If you'll both kindly show us your key cards, we can straighten this out." "gladly," I huffed, shoving mine forward. Mr. Smug did the same, sliding his out with infuriating calm. the staff scanned both cards, their brows furrowing. My stomach churned. Finally, the shorter one looked up nervously. "There's been a double booking. Both of you are registered to this suite." I blinked. "You've got to be kidding me."

He dialed repeatedly, but each attempt met the same automated voice: "The subscriber you have reached is powered off." His bravado crumbled, and he spat, "Just you wait!" He scooped up his shoes and bolted for the exit. The staff members shrugged and returned to their routines. The manager bit his tongue, looking troubled. Reading his mind, I reached for my phone and called Imogen, but her phone was switched off. One instance might be a coincidence. Two identical failures formed a pattern. I clenched my fists until the muscles ached. A slow chill spread through me.

The route shuddered as if that distinction itself burned. The route creature dragged itself forward another inch, all stolen mouths trembling with effort. “First crossing joins scent to memory,” it whispered. “Second crossing joins memory to future. Third crossing makes the pair a road.” Its grey eyes fixed on us with wet, fascinated hunger. “The old line failed because it could never force both hearts to open at once. But you…” It shivered. “You keep reaching for each other voluntarily.” “That is the least seductive sales pitch I have ever heard,” I said.