Double Crossed Novels & Stories

📸 I*******m Make way for the latest bride 👰✨ Within minutes, the comments exploded. SO THIS WEDDING IS REALLY HAPPENING? GOSH, SHE LOOKS SO GORGEOUS 😍 WAIT… ISN’T MR CROSS ALREADY MARRIED? SO SHE WANTS TO BE A SECOND WIFE? SELENE IS A QUEEN 👑 FROM MISTRESS TO WIFE… WOW. MONEY REALLY ANSWERS PRAYERS. Screens lit up everywhere. At Cross Empire, the office energy shifted. Whispers floated between cubicles. “Isn’t that… Mrs Cross?”

It’s in knowing you can. I finish compiling the file. Send a silent ping to Theo. No words. Just a tag. He’ll know what it means. I trust him. Not because we’re close—but because we operate the same way. Clean. Cold. No wasted movements. When Theo moves, it’s because the shot’s already lined up. And for some reason, he is determined to destroy the Crosses The Cross family thinks they’re kings. They forget who built the board. Then the burner buzzes.

I could see where a person could be made to lay on it, face down or face up, and their legs would drape over the edge. I moved about, looking even deeper into the shadows towards the back of the room. A red velvet sofa was there, and then I spied some things I had never seen before but had read about. There was a large wooden cross shaped like an "X," with rings attached at different points and supported by other beams. I recognized this as a St. Andrew's cross, designed to have someone tied to it with their arms above their head and their legs spread and attached at the bottom of the cross.

“Cross took out one of his hands from the sterry and placed his fingers on Illebaye V card and started rubbing it. “ “Illebaye causing Illebaye to moan.” “He then took his middle finger and send it inside Illebaye V card and he started moving inside Illebaye's V card. “ “Causing a loud moan from Illebaye.” “Yes Cross. “Yes Cross. Illebaye kept moaning Cross' name throughout the period Cross’s finger was penetrating inside of her. “When Cross was done, he sent his both fingers and that got Illebaye to moan loud because of the sensation she was getting whenever Cross both fingers were moving inside of her.”

Noah stared at Maya's photograph. Then quietly asked: "So Cross came from that?" The Custodian nodded. "Eventually." Another pause. "Cross was one of several programs." The room froze. Immediately. Oliver noticed first. Then Lyra. Then Elias. The implication. Cross wasn't unique. The Custodian saw it too. And didn't deny it. "There were others." Daniel looked horrified. "There were MORE?" Nobody answered. Because nobody wanted the answer. The Custodian sighed softly. "Most failed." Another pause.

Wind howled through the gap, making the entire structure sway dangerously. "We'll have to find another way," Luna said immediately. "That bridge won't hold all of us." I walked to the edge and examined it. "The structure is compromised, but passable for one person at a time. We cross individually, spacing our departures by three minute intervals." "Thelma, no." Xavier grabbed my shoulder. "Look at it. Half those boards are missing. One wrong step and you'll fall." "The probability of successful crossing is approximately sixty three percent if proper caution is exercised."

THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING ME EVEN THOUGH I AM NOT THE MOST CONSISTENT PERSON ON PLANET EARTH. THANK YOU. _ELLA💜

The fabric was incredibly thick and soft, the distinct scent of winter air and faint tobacco lifting from the cotton. Tucked into the front pocket was a small, white square of paper. I grabbed it, my fingers shaking as I flipped it over. Written in that same rough, heavy dark ink was a short message: Locker code 24-11-06. Put it on. Don't let anyone else see you look like that.

Just the ghost of his mouth on my skin, the echo of his name in my chest, and the undeniable truth of it all: Nathan Cross fucked like a weapon. But when he said come home? It wasn’t a command. It was a confession.

She liked her world like this; controlled, immaculate, and hers. Her assistant had just left the report on the collaboration between Duval Holdings and CrossTech, and Clarisse skimmed it with the cool efficiency of a surgeon. Numbers, timelines, projected returns, upcoming brief, it was all there. Damon Cross, as always, delivered results with a surgeon’s blade.