Kara Cross Novels & Stories

I watch as the open cuts heal instantly before my eyes. I see Kara is asleep in her chair too, her head resting on the windscreen, trying to be as far away from Caleb as possible. “What do you think happened to her?” I link them all. We all saw the scratches on her arms and legs. She wears tattered and loose clothes that hang off her frame.

Kara nodded, looking at the dress longingly. As it turned out, Kara turned out to be the moon goddesses and sun god’s daughter. Helios had taken her and used their father as his vessel, so she was transported here on earth and ended up with Aurora for a sister. As an omega, she is naturally more reserved and subservient to her mate, but Aurora likes to remind her often that as a goddess, she is more powerful than anyone else. I think she is still taking some time to get used to the idea. Who can blame her? Kara takes the bag and dips into the bathroom to change as Aurora whirls on me.

I'm wearing a blue Ralph Lauren Polo shirt, blue jeans and black sneakers. I almost miss a step when I see Arian dressed in the same outfit as me but instead of sneakers for shoes, she has on Converse All Star. "You match!" Kary exclaims excitedly. "We do, don't we?" I grin,reaching the landing and resting against the banister. "You look beautiful, Miss Macavinta." "You look good too, Mr Cruz." She says. "Can we go now?" Kary whines. "It'll be hot outside today." I say. "You packed a change of clothes for Kary?"

On the other hand, Mat had walked Aiyana home under the ssnarky orders of the vampire. * * The door opened slowly, letting in two sublime women. Both, a blonde and a brunette, were dressed entirely in black leather and lace and wore thick black glasses. The brunette had pale skin and wore a tight French twist updo. The blonde had ebony black skin contrasted with her long platinum blonde braid. “Welcome to the Crossroad Café! My name is Bianca, and I’m your waitress for today!” the young woman announced cheerfully. The brunette approached with a confident step, slowly removing the gloves that covered her hands. Then, she lowered her sunglasses on her nose and looked at Bianca from underneath.

ORION I edged toward Kara cautiously, inhaling her lemon and pine scent which carried on the icy breeze that whipped around her. Her inky, raven black locks cascaded down her shoulders and moved like tendrils of shadow as the wind carded its claws through her mane. Kara's back was to me as she sat at the edge of the cliff, hugging one leg with her chin propped on the knee while the other dangled below.

He turned away like I was something foul. My wolf bristled. He was lucky I was holding her back. I raised an eyebrow, slow, lazy, dangerous. “Kara.” At her name, the air shifted. Kara stepped out from behind me. Patrick and Margaret stiffened. They should. Kara was a strong woman. She is from the Nightsparrow Pack in Asterfell. According to her, her father was their Alpha's beta and she was a trained warrior who left her family many years ago in search of greener pastures.

“Croissants. From the place that pretends they’re from Paris.” “Bless you,” I muttered, taking one. Lila perched on the arm of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “So… I woke up to your face all over my feed again. It’s giving ‘star-crossed scandal sequel.’” I groaned. “Please don’t start.” She grinned. “Relax. I’m not judging. I’m just saying — the man looked like a walking heartbreak out there. You could feel the tension through the photos.”

11:59. Trina’s phone buzzed—one, two, three times. The burner: : ) No link. A smile, of all things. The polite cruelty of it rocked her more than a threat. Keith swore under his breath. Noon. It started on the same gossip account that had lit the fuse the night before. A carousel post: “THE CROSS FILES.” The first slide was a blurred image of Trina, alone, head tipped back laughing at the Cross club weeks ago—innocent, familiar. The second slide was not.

"No... That's impossible! If you were reborn, then why didn't you buy this lottery ticket?" Then, an idea struck him. His hands shot out, grabbing mine in panic. "No! That's not right! In our previous life, you did buy this ticket! You won 50 million! It was the same shop and the same numbers! Why is it different this time?" I patted his cheek mockingly and let out a cold laugh. "Patrick, who told you that winning the lottery was what gave me financial freedom?" His face froze in bewilderment as I leaned closer and said, "Do you remember that strange bead you once saw in my house? The antique bracelet was passed down in my family. It was worth over a hundred million."