Human Cross Sans Novels & Stories

The grunts were louder now, but a particular one made me halt in my steps to stare. I had expected to see my dad here as usual. But I saw him instead—my dad's best friend, sin wrapped in the disguise of a single man. Shirtless Dante Cross seemed so busy with his workout, he had no idea how tempting his body was. Sweat glided down his olive toned skin, past the flexing muscles of his arm and his broad chest, then dropped into his small navel a few inches from his waist. Gulp. Like he knew I was gawking, he delicately tilted his head in my direction, veiny hands still wrapped around a weight.

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.

Swish! Old Cross was slashed by the silver sword energy. With widened eyes, his body split into two. He was as dead as he could be!

(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.

I need some caffeine at the moment. @SenaSen

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.

Taken couldn't stand to be near normal people without killing them, so if one of us was safe, we all were. He was dressed in dark grey, with leather boots and a matching utility belt that hung at his waist. A gun sat at each hip, separated by a flashlight and a short sheathed knife. I looked up at his face and cringed. His skin was the tannest I'd ever seen, his blue eyes sharp and cold. He had a half sun tattooed on the side of his face, stretching from his right temple down to the tip of his jaw. "Where are you headed?"