Have You Tried Crossing Over Yet Novels & Stories

"I'd... I'd rather bottom." Marcus’s expression softened, a small, genuine smile breaking through his desperate haze. He reached over to his nightstand, his hand trembling slightly as he pulled out a box of condoms and a tube of lube. The next few minutes were a clumsy, thoroughly teenage struggle. Trying to roll the condom onto Marcus’s ridiculously large, fully erect dick proved to be incredibly difficult. Both of their hands were shaking, the latex slipping, and Ethan had to bite his lip to keep from making a panicked comment about the sheer, intimidating size of what he was dealing with.

“He’s burning it all down, and he’s doing it with your name in his mouth. Lana—this isn’t a fling. This is everything.” I swallowed hard. My heart was racing, thudding so loudly I could barely hear the anchor’s voice as it came back in. “…a hostile takeover of Harrington’s remaining shares is already underway. CrossTech stock has surged in pre-market trading. Nathan Cross has declined further comment.” But he didn’t need to say more. He’d already said everything that mattered. And as I sat there, shaking in the middle of the chaos, one thing became painfully, irrevocably clear:

Norman looked into Felix's eyes and knew there was no room for negotiation. He lowered his head in silence. Seeing this, Felix dialed Donna's number. "What's up?" she asked. "I found a crossbreed." "A crossbreed? Oh, you mean a hybrid? What about it?" Felix had no choice but to ask Donna for help. No matter how he looked at it, he also wanted to protect Leonardo. "This crossbreed is only three years old and seems to have inherited a soul-related trait. He just killed someone out of pure instinct."

I twisted the wedding ring on my left hand and calmly watched Victor walk down from the stage, step by step toward me. When he reached me, he knelt on one knee and held up the ring. "Marry me, Claire." I sneered and swatted his hand away, showing the diamond ring on my ring finger. "Mr. Whitmore, please show some respect. I'm a married woman." His pupils dilated in shock, but the next second they suddenly lit up as he said excitedly, "Claire, you're still jealous of Emma, so you're making up this excuse to brush me off, right?

“Seems fitting.” Silence fell. Then Kaden exhaled slowly. “There is one problem with that plan.” I raised an eyebrow. “Just one.” “The old crossings answer to intent,” he said. “Not authority. Not bloodlines.” I felt the hum respond instantly, a quiet, curious pulse. “That’s not a problem,” I said softly. “That’s an invitation.” We moved before doubt could settle. No ceremony. No long goodbyes. Just motion. Purpose. Packs shifting positions without being told, instincts aligning like gears clicking into place. The land felt alert, like it knew something important was happening and wanted to be useful.

I already saw the cues, but I thought they were just friends until that night Nora said “We're two couples.” ‘Anyways, I'll talk to Leah about that later. I have to deal with the matter at hand first,’ I said inwardly. Nora slowly approached me, and when she tried to touch me, I avoided her touch. "Sky..." she sobbed. "You had begged me to date you," I began calmly. "You said whenever I wished to break up, you wouldn't object." "No! Sky... You've been cold toward me in the past few weeks, and I'm sure someone had caught your interest. Is it wrong for me to win you back?" she asked, wiping the tears that kept rolling down her cheeks again and again.

“I told you to play! I didn’t tell you to be serious!” Margaret yelled back. Harold fumed fiercely and then slapped Margaret across the face. “You’ve spoiled her rotten! That’s why this mess happened! “Where does that leave my dignity?” Margaret grabbed my hand. “Cassian, listen to me. If you care about Sera being twice-married, we can sue Alaric. “Claim fraud, and annul the marriage. How about that?”

And they're finally learning to cross it. End of Chapter 179

Looks like I should get used to them especially if I can pass the last phase. That I'm not sure yet.

“So… you think the Vampires still have their trackers, they’re just scrambled or masked somehow?” “I think that might be the case,” Jamie nodded. Cadence turned to Christian, who was still nodding his head. “Is there any way that you can unscramble them—change the frequencies—anything?” “I’m certain that’s not what’s happening—” he began. “Humor me,” Cadence insisted. A sigh of frustration emanated from his lips. “Yeah, I guess so. I don’t know. I’ve never tried it before.” “How hard would it be?” Aaron asked.