Human Cross Sans Novels & Stories

The second they landed, she tore through the city looking for me like she'd lost her mind. They found us at some upscale restaurant. Jensen and I were sharing dessert. He lifted a fork to my lips— Gunshot. Marco threw himself at me. Took the bullet meant for me. Hit the floor. Somehow managed a faint smile. "I'm sorry, Lara... This time... I finally... protected you..." Then he blacked out. His men lit Bella up on the spot. Marco spent half a month in intensive care. When he pulled through, his knees were shot. Wheelchair-bound. The Don title went to his cousin.

In fact, he slowly took off his mask, revealing the smile on his face. If Felix had been there, he would have understood why Santhor had to wear that mask. Aside from the birthmark on his forehead, there was another huge birthmark on the right side of his face. It made his face look distorted and ugly. "Xena Summers, the goddess of war, right? I've wanted to meet you for a long time. Getting to witness you call a stranger 'honey' and act all cutesy right in front of me? That alone makes dying worth it," Santhor remarked.

Moving to join them outside, I took my sword from its sheath. "Who sent you guys and what do you want from us?" Xavier asked, his voice deep and thundering as he slashed his sword on that of the bald hybrid. "It's none of your business," Came from the voice of the bald hybrid whose name was Cain Logan. He had this large cross mark on his forehead and he looked as though he was blind. "What if I show you your place and teach your mouth how to do its function." I questioned as I took Xavier's place, thrusting my sword toward Cain and trying to jab him in the chest.

He honestly didn't know how he was supposed to survive staying in this cramped space with Marcus Hale for an entire weekend without losing his mind. When he finally finished, the thick air of the bathroom felt heavy, dense with moisture and heat. Instead of walking out with a towel wrapped casually around his waist like he normally would with any of his other teammates, Ethan meticulously dressed inside the cramped, humid space. He pulled on a loose, dark t-shirt and a pair of thick gray sweatpants, carefully pulling the drawstring and tying it into a tight, secure knot at his waist. It was a volatile mix of intense shyness and a fierce, instinctual defensive mechanism; he absolutely did not

He didn’t trust anybody to do it right according to him. Croix has his shirt removed showing his olive toned skin matted with ink. He is a big man with wide shoulders and an impressive build even compared to his other friends except Sigh who looks just like him in build. He has slick abs and a defined V-line that disappears into the black baggy trousers that hang low on his hips.

I'm a bit all over the place mentally right now. Dhurudatta family sons were pretty talented. Cross isn't into physical fights, but he's got a reputation for being calm under pressure and good with weapons. He's not usually one to fight with his bare hands. I'm the middle child. I'd rather fight with my bare hands and don't like guns. There was this one Dhurudatta son that everyone was afraid of, and his name was Joshua. He's a pretty solid hand-to-hand fighter, and he's got a good head on his shoulders. He's also pretty good with weapons. On top of that, Joshua is also pretty famous for being super skilled with an ax. Yeah, he's good at cutting people into pieces. If Cross is a cold-blooded

Henry was Venita's father's name while Susan was the mother's name. Nothing. Silence. I was still searching deep to awaken my wolf using everything that I had in me. I couldn't self-inflict pain because my body was restrained. I needed to trigger someone in here to hurt me so I could snap. I might not be able to turn because of the situation of the building but, I was physically strong to fight as many as possible. I was also searching for Cross. I hadn't seen him anywhere. Sasha could actually turn despite being surrounded by everything meant to subdue us. She was really a rare case. Was there a way I could reach her?

Everyone present was stunned into place. It felt unreal-like something straight out of a movie. Scarlett lowered her leg and turned her cold gaze back to Julian. For the first time, fear crept into his expression. He instinctively took a step back, a chill running down his spine. After a few seconds, he forced out a laugh. "Impressive. Really impressive. Didn't expect you to have skills like that. But so what?" His tone turned vicious. "I'm a Cross. My uncle runs the family. What-do you actually dare touch me?"

"But being her dad doesn't make me a tool you can summon when convenient and discard when not. I'm not a shield to throw in front of danger or a shadow to shove aside when you feel embarrassed. "You've pushed me away again and again, let her call someone else 'Daddy,' and made her feel as if I wasn't supposed to be in the family. But now, suddenly, you remember I'm her dad?" My fingers pressed against the cold glass, my blurry reflection staring back at me. "Hearts are made of flesh, not iron, Willow. Once they're battered, they naturally shrink back." On the other end of the line, her breath came fast and uneven. She was about to say something, but I cut her off. "I'll wire more money for t

“You’re going places baby, goodness he so fine. There’s all so fine. Who’s leather jacket? Those boots are fire” “That’s Damien Cross” Hannah chocked, eyes wide and she tipped her chin in question. She seemed to be speechless. Guess there was a first time for everything. “Saint, not idea what his last name is” “Let’s g****e them” she suggested I laughed. Her eyes narrowed in slits. “Is that tattoos up his neck?” I nodded “Please let me post these? Pretty please? Or at least just the ones with you and Quinn and we can throw inlike two with the group” she sucked her buttom lip between her teeth.”Oh to be sandwiched between these male specimen, I would die happy”