Kara Cross Novels & Stories

It was Cara. You have 24 hours, Cross.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

Damon felt the need to ask. Alexa looked at him. "Oh. Her name is Kara Torres. Stay away." They nodded. "Alright, you guys should go," Alexa told them. Damien opened the car and they came out, waving their hands at their mom with a smile. It made Alexa smile, but then she sighed knowing Leo's suspicions were right. Carmen is up to no good and one way or another, she's gonna have to do something about her. "You know what to do, right Kara?"

Kara is the daughter of their company's rival. A pretty, educated, soft-spoken, talented, and charming daughter of their rival. She has the most perfect image of a girl in the country, with her being a good model for all the women of her age. She is like an innocent, virgin girl, who is never been kissed, nor touched by any guy. If only they knew what kind of girl she is in real life. He is lonely, again. And harder this time. He will use his hands while showering to satisfy his desires this morning before going to the stockholder's meeting.

“You’ve met my friend Jasper, right?” Kara stands next to Katie and blinks slowly, already stoned. She tilts her head to see Jasper behind me. “Mate?” Katie looks around me and sees who Kara is looking at. Her eyes brighten and a big smile comes over her face. “Oh, my Goddess! Kara, we have the same mate! We’re so lucky!” “H-hello. Jasper. Jasper Webber.” Jasper stands next to me. “Has anyone ever told you two how fucking beautiful you are?”

And he wasn't alone. The girl walking beside him was about 5'7, with warm brown hair that had bright blonde highlights catching the cafeteria lights. She moved easy, like she belonged anywhere she landed. Marcus had one hand lightly on her back as he guided her toward the table, grinning like he just heard the funniest thing. "Yo, team," Marcus called, voice cutting through the noise. "This is my friend, Lila. She just got back from Sweden-exchange year and Lila, this is the crew. Guys, behave." Marcus warned knowing well how annoying these guys could be.

I was nearly pushed down several times, but he just watched coldly. Harsh laughter and contempt filled my ears. Victor even stepped onto the stage and picked up the microphone. "As the brand representative of Ethereal Jewelry, I announce the termination of our collaboration with Claire Webb. I hope every designer follows professional ethics. Plagiarism is just shameful!" The spotlight created a halo around him, making him look like some divine figure. Emma gazed at him adoringly. All I could hear was him announcing that I was to be blacklisted across the industry. I couldn't take in anything else.

For three years, I used my family's mob ties and my own money to pave the way for Declan's crew. He was the boy I survived the streets with as a kid. But at this month's sit-down, his newly hired secretary, Roxy, tossed my casino ledgers and club records onto the table in front of all the guys. She accused me of skimming profits and slacking off. "These underground banks, these smuggling docks," she read the numbers out loud, her voice full of fake outrage. "Every time she bribes someone, she skims thousands of dollars! She's lining her own pockets." "I say the Boss strips her of her club manager title right now to save our cash flow." I glanced at Declan, the boss of the crew. He knew

“You don’t need to kidnap anyone to make them fall in love with you. You’re a Cross. It’s kind of a special skill with your bloodline.” “Wow. That makes me feel so much better.” “Fix this shit. I’m not having a convict’s baby.” Jesus, Sloane… “I’m on it. Just…get to the hangar. My jet will be waiting for you.” “Okay. But Cara is coming with me.” “Cara?” “My assistant. Have you EVER been listening?” Not now. Please. “Just get there in one piece. I’ll be waiting for you.” “And I’m definitely not looking forward to cohabiting with your incest girlfriend, so you better find me somewhere private.”

Her parents had married when she was seventeen, bringing Jace into her life and igniting a forbidden crush that had only grown stronger with each passing day. On this particular Friday evening, the quiet suburban street was a stage set for their secret play. Their parents had left for a weekend getaway, granting the young adults the house to themselves. The air had the scent of summer's last embers, the sun casting a warm glow through the bathroom window. Kara's skin was flushed from the steam of the shower, her black hair plastered to her neck as she leaned against the tiles. The water cascaded down her curves, tracing the outline of her luscious breasts and the curve of her hips.