Have You Tried Crossing Over Yet の小説・ストーリー

The result was a twisted rope that slid apart as soon as he let go. “That,” he said flatly, “is not a braid.” “You let go too soon,” Wren explained patiently, like a tiny professor. “You have to keep holding while you cross the next one.” He tried again. This time he gripped harder, his large hands awkward against her small frame. He crossed, crossed, crossed— His jaw clenched. “I don’t like this.” “You’re fine,” Wren said, unbothered. “Just be gentle. Pretend it’s glass.”

Even with Sabastian’s gift, this whole thing is going to be tricky. Crossing pack borders without being detected is already a challenging task. Next, we must find a way around the motion sensors, depending on Sabastian's ability to deactivate them, provided there are no guards in her cell at that moment. Then no doubt the sight of us would have raised alarm, so we would have to act fast.

Cross tilted his head backwards urging me to carry on. Ohh fuck. Cross could barely hold his excitement, his hands searched for my breast, he squeezed and toyed with my nipple. Suddenly, he held my hands back stopping me from sending his body toward climax. Time slowed as he wiped off the drool from my mouth, admiring my beauty.

he informed. We had taken Cyrus’ blood before he left, and Pixie suggested we get their blood tested and compared. When we told her that it wouldn’t test, she and Liza took the blood and did something to it that they insisted wouldn’t change the composition of the blood, and would only remove the ‘invisibility’ characteristic to it. “So, Pixie can crossover?” I asked. “Pretty much, though we already knew that,” he replied. “I know, but it’s always safer to confirm some things, or at least those things that we can,” I pointed out.

One more stare at his disgusting self, he finally came out. Cross looks irritated. “You’re almost an hour in there.” He ignored his rant and went to get his coat. He needs to cover himself not because he feels cold—he needs some cover because he knows he’ll start scratching himself. “Let’s get this done and over with.” * * * * * * * * * * Did Cross consider this to happen? Did he ever think about the possibility of Ronan getting pregnant?

Yet, I still crossed it. I know I had to find Lily. I had no choice but to find the girl. I shifted once I crossed, knowing that my black pelt will make it more obvious I was not part of their pack, but I will be easier hidden in the shadows. I ran through the trees, picking up the faintest scent of Lilacs. It led me further and further away from safety but closer to Lily. That was… up until my senses got overwhelmed by the smell of coffee. O crap…

Yes, It’s not possible to give him back his soul after he drops dead but you can give a part of you to him and that won’t be possible if you get pregnant. Let me rephrase that, it will be more difficult if you have a child in your womb and you could lose the baby and your mate if you were to try this procedure whilst you are pregnant. Please heed my warnings, Aurelia. Now, how do you experiment? Since you can’t kill anyone, this is where plants and small animals come in handy. You will have to take their lives and bring them back by giving a piece of you out. Make sure you are ready before you start taking lives because I can tell you that you will feel guilty if you fail to bring them back

"You talk way too much for your own good-" "I don't want to… I don't want to put my hands there," for some reasons, I couldn’t look away. I wanted to see. Well, not me, the lust he put in me. "No, no, let me go-" He chuckled darkly, "Cross, I'm not even holding you." R-Right! Shit! I forgot how to run. My legs wouldn’t move. I didn’t want them to. They controlled me. They wouldn't move even if I tried. I wasn't even trying. I wanted to try. Why couldn't I try?

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.