Have You Tried Crossing Over Yet Novels & Stories

Because if I didn’t? If I let myself get pulled into the orbit of Nathan Cross again? I wasn’t sure I’d survive the fall.

For three years, I used my family's mob ties and my own money to pave the way for Declan's crew. He was the boy I survived the streets with as a kid. But at this month's sit-down, his newly hired secretary, Roxy, tossed my casino ledgers and club records onto the table in front of all the guys. She accused me of skimming profits and slacking off. "These underground banks, these smuggling docks," she read the numbers out loud, her voice full of fake outrage. "Every time she bribes someone, she skims thousands of dollars! She's lining her own pockets." "I say the Boss strips her of her club manager title right now to save our cash flow." I glanced at Declan, the boss of the crew. He knew

“They've never come here for fertility issues. They won't know what the branding means. We haven’t branded a god before.” I looked down at my arm. I was already here. I'd come this far and there was only one thing occupying my mind is an heir. “Go ahead.” His gaze lingered on me. “It will cover your entire arm.” “I understand.” “And we won't know whether it will actually restore your fertility.” “I'm only going to try.” I extended my arm. “Go ahead.”

This was going to be almost too easy. “We want your women.” I raised my eyebrow. “For what?” “Mixing bear and wolf DNA will make us stronger.” “Well, you can’t have our women,” I reply.

I am at the brink of losses it, so walking away is the best solution I need to go to the breeding room and continue what I was doing before time runs out. The doctor already told me that Danika’s uterus has descended already. Although I have missed the exact point, it descended- which was the best time to knot her- there is still a high chance that she will get pregnant. I have equally been taking enhancers to make sure that the quality of my sperm is high. I have put everything in place and I just have to make sure that everything happens today.

I asked, my curiosity piqued. “That’s the problem,” he replied, his tone grim. “You don’t. There are only two ways to cross to the other side. The first is to be exiled by the Moon Goddess herself. The second is to cross the River of Lilac, which is suicide. No one has ever survived its waters.” I sighed, disappointment washing over me. So, this was it? The journey here had been for nothing. “Let’s go back,” Caden said after a moment, sensing my frustration.

I didn't know if that was also bad news or good news. Well, it might be. If my time isn't up and I'm sent back, I get to be with my pack and my mate. If I cross over, I get to be with my parents and brother. Either way, it was looking to be good news for me. “We're confused on whether to allow you to cross over or send you back to your mate”, Clothos said. “I say we make her cross over”, Atropos said, “she gave up her life when she could have stayed alive. Why not help her finally and help her move on to the other side?” She asked with a huff and crossed her arms over her chest.

the world would simply cease to be rendered. ​She looked at the Amber-Eyed Girl, who was still playing that screeching, nihilistic melody. ​"You want a Sequel?" Nora whispered, her eyes glowing with a fierce, amber light that matched the girl’s. "Then let's give them a Crossover." The Return of the Real ​Nora didn't attack Julian. She turned and threw her crimson flute directly at Leo. ​"Leo! Catch it! Combine the 'Silver Power' with the 'Open Source'!"

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?