Indie Crossover Novels & Stories

This was about Elara. And unlike Clarisse, unlike the board, unlike the world. Damon Cross did not make gambits he failed to claim. POV: Elara The headlines hit before breakfast. CrossTech and Duval Holdings Announce Strategic Alliance. New Era for Tech and Legacy Infrastructure. The Union That Will Redefine the Market. Elara sat at the edge of her bed, the screen’s glow pooling in her lap. Her coffee had gone cold an hour ago. She couldn’t bring herself to drink it.

They are called- The Crossbreeds.

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Anderson could also see her trembling slightly. Xavier took a deep breath and composed herself, turning to look back at Anderson who was trying his best to not look terrified with her trademark smile. “Sorry about that, Anderson. Some people are just so rude.” Xavier said with a huff. She cleared her throat as if trying to clear away some awkwardness and spoke. “Where were we? Ah, yes. You, Mr. Anderson. You are the reason our little private organization is getting an upgrade. You, Mr. Anderson, are my lucky golden goose.” Xavier paused and looked at Anderson with a gentle look that was worrying for Anderson.

"Shut it! Why did you come to the company, you idiot? You're nothing but a vain fool chasing the CEO! Someone, call 911 and have this lunatic arrested!" Imogen's eyes blazed with icy realization. "Lauren, you abused my identity, used company resources to deceive your boyfriend, and misappropriated funds. You and your accomplice can explain everything to the authorities!" Ignoring their frantic pleas, she walked straight to me and wrapped her arms around me. "I'm sorry, honey. This is my fault. If I'd known Lauren was capable of this, I never would've let her buy those cufflinks. I just wanted to cheer you up, but everything went wrong."

Nails left crescent marks in the skin. “I’m — shit — ” Marcus pressed their foreheads together. His breathing came in harsh pants.“Come on. Let go.” Ethan shattered first. His back arched. A choked groan tore out of him as he spilled hot and thick over Marcus’s fist, streaking their stomach. The sight of it — Ethan’s release painting their skin — pushed Marcus over the edge seconds later. He came with a low, guttural curse. Hips stuttering. Adding messy stripes to the mess already there.

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…

Emma also appeared at that moment, her eyes red as she accused me, "Claire, I could overlook it when you plagiarized my designs for your previous assignments… "But this graduation project, the 'Wild Roses' series, is something I created specifically for Victor's birthday. He even helped me with the revisions. How can you still claim you didn't plagiarize it?" All the cameras turned toward Victor in an instant as the reporters waited for his response. I looked at him too. Victor avoided my gaze and said to the reporters, "The 'Wild Roses' design is indeed Emma's creation. When we studied together late at night, I watched her draw the blueprints with my own eyes."

I want to hear everything. Then I opened my laptop, cursor blinking against the white screen, and started a new document. The title came easily this time. “Crossing the Line: When Love and Ambition Learn to Breathe Together.” I wrote the first line slowly, smiling to myself. Some stories don’t end when you close the chapter. They just learn how to keep going. That night, when Ethan’s face filled my screen — tired but smiling — I realized it wasn’t the distance that defined us anymore. It was the choice to keep showing up.

" His plea only made me laugh. He wanted to use me as his scapegoat again? Did he really think I would be his fool for life? I crouched until our eyes were level. I gripped his chin tightly and whispered into his ear, "In our previous life, you and that woman drained me dry. And in this life, you want to suck me dry again? Patrick, do you really take me for an idiot?" His eyes widened in horror. "You... You're also..." "That's right," I sneered. "Just like you, I was reborn." Patrick shook his head frantically. "No... That's impossible! If you were reborn, then why didn't you buy this lottery ticket?"