Human Cross Sans Novels & Stories

Before he could continue, I took long strides towards Mr Cross and his car. “See you tomorrow then!” He yelled behind me, and I waved without looking back. Walking closer to Mr Cross, I couldn’t help but check out his outfit. He was out of his suit from this morning and was wearing his white ironed T-shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his lower arms. Two of his chest buttons were undone, slightly exposing his tattoos. “Mr Cross,” I called as soon as I got closer to him, and I realized he had his eyes on Charles.

said another. Dev sat around the living room with his mother and the Saxenas. He kind of felt nervous. One, ever since he could remember, Rajan Saxena, a retired NRI, was never-so-friendly looking. With his haphazard smile, close-cut hair, square jaw and stony face, he looked more like a retired cop than an NRI. Dev dared not look at him. He feared that Rajan with his black, beady eyes could see right through him and access his deepest, dirtiest secrets, one that only he knew.

Alaric braced himself against the table, his eyes bloodshot. “So what if you and your parents drank some toad eggs?” he said. “It’s not like it kills you. “Sera, am I going to be disfigured?” Seraphina roared at the other bodyguards. “Break his hand for me!” The bodyguards surged forward together, slammed me to the floor, grabbed a chair, and smashed one of my hands. They gave me no chance to react. Pain drained the color from my face, and my whole body trembled.

What was someone like him doing in her company, looking for her? It took the male sometime to notice her presence, but once he did, he got up from his chair and quickly extended his hand out for a shake. “Ms. Grey, pleasure meeting you.” Alexandra glanced that at his hand and reluctantly shook it. Not many people knew what she looked like, yet he did. Interesting. “My name’s Syrian Cross, Heir and future president of Cross Empire.”

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

the king said holding the hand of his blade tight and he went ahead. The butterflies had gathered back together and they were ready to start dropping creatures again. Skye in his short life had faced sudden death twice in three days, and he wasn’t happy with that. All of them had regrouped and were going to the mouth of the cloud. He breathed out, cold air coming out and his jaw stretched impossibly wide. Supernaturals had tattoos on the outside, and other Supernaturals had tattoos on the inside. It stretched physically impossible and the head of a squid came out, and shot out of inside him.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

Standing at 6'3", Damon was the epitome of physical perfection, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand. Damon's hair was cropped close to his head, emphasizing the sharp lines of his features. The sun glinted off his skin, highlighting the definition of his muscles beneath the fitted t-shirt he wore, which clung to his chest and arms in a way that showcased his physique without being overly tight. His jeans were well-worn and fit him perfectly, completing the look of effortless cool.

It's telling me that there is something unusual about the auras these men emit. “ Yeah, it's her,” Santino voice is flat. He fixes me with a bored look. “ She must be brave if she thinks she can murder a dragon with a fork.” The rugged one laughs, and my eyes shoot back to him. He putts a large cigar to his lips, he takes a drag and the tip of glows orange as a thin plume of smock rises. He removes the cigar from his lips and puffs out some smock. The act makes him look so fucking sexy in all his muscle glory standing there.

(Savannah) He doesn’t care how it will make him look in the media. Why would he? He has mug shots, street fights, and many lewd stage acts already preceding him. Damon Cross does not know the meaning of shame. He owns it all and it just makes him more popular amongst his fans. My whole body seizes. I grip Nico’s arm. He looks at me, confused, concerned. He doesn’t even glance at anything else. He only has eyes for me.