Novel & Cerita Kara Cross

the Director responded. "Well, I think I need to start studying now..." Kara smilingly said. She can't explain it herself, but she can feel the excitement just thinking about going back to school... But she's still a bit hesitant about making friends at school. "Oh, well. Let's just see what will happen..." she said to herself. ========================== Kara is currently taking a special entrance exam at a famous University in the country. After she graduated from high school, her dream was to study at a famous University and take a Business-related course...

But Kendra grabbed her and made her face her. "Where do you think you're going?" Kendra hissed, her eyes dark, and then pushed her to the wall. As soon as her back hits the wall, it gave in and crumbled. Kara fell back and she was supposed to be buried in debris but she felt like falling, and falling deeper, into the darkness. And then everything finally went dark.

The contrast of her—soft, warm, and expressive—against the darkness of the underground fighting world made her look like something otherworldly. And for some goddamn reason, Kane liked hearing her talk. Which was new. He pulled off his hoodie, leaving him in his fitted white t-shirt. He heard her inhale sharply, her green eyes flickering to his exposed arms, where ink covered his skin. The dim lighting in the car made her red hair shine. He smirked as he started the car. "So, uhmm..." she cleared her throat, shifting in her seat. "How old are you?" Kane kept his eyes on the road. "Twenty-nine. You?"

He tried to calm her down so she would stop asking questions, while his own thoughts wandered somewhere far away. Two hours earlier. Kara stood in front of the mirror wearing a gown adorned with diamonds that caught the light from every angle. Her makeup looked natural, but that only emphasized her beauty even more. Sharp. Alluring. Overflowing with confidence. Since birth, Kara had always possessed a beauty that drew attention effortlessly. Unlike Tara, who was soft and calm, Kara was the type of woman people noticed immediately, remembered easily, and desired instinctively. Adrian had been ready long before her. His suit was immaculate, his expression perfectly controlled.

“It was just some toad eggs. Why are they putting on such an act?” I forced myself to lift my head, fury blazing in my eyes. “My parents rushed here to attend our wedding, only for you to disgust them with this filth and then demand they apologize to someone else. “Do you even have a heart?” Seraphina seemed to realize she might have gone too far and hesitated for a moment. Alaric immediately clutched himself and cried out in pain. “My skin’s been burned so badly. Will you still want me, Miss Vale?”

Calmly. Methodically. She began to clean. Every stain. Every trace. Every sign. Gone. As she worked, she placed her headphones over her ears. Music filled her mind. And then— She started to dance. Softly at first. Then freely. A slow smile spread across her lips. Not grief. Not pain. But satisfaction. Her husband was gone. Amaka was gone. And now— Nothing stood between her and Kingsley. Absolutely nothing.

We weren’t exactly friends, but we were somewhat agreeable when it came to being in each other’s company, to the point where I found myself actually… liking his company. He wore black tonight. No tie, just that clean-cut button-down with the top two buttons undone and a watch that probably cost more than Eric’s car. He looked bored and detached… typical Bryce. Until our eyes met. Then, he smirked. I didn’t let myself react. Kara, meanwhile, looked like the poster child for every cliché in the mistress manual. Her gown was designer and barely there, slit high on one thigh and clinging like it was painted on. Her platinum-blonde hair was curled in soft waves, with ruby red lips, diamond studs

I stepped into it, and in the mirror, I didn’t see the girl chasing Nathan Cross. I saw the woman standing beside him. The price? $24,500. I didn’t blink. I walked to the counter, head high. The clerk didn’t bother hiding her skepticism—her eyes dipped to my sandals, then flicked to my face. “I’ll take it,” I said. Her smile stretched. Fake. Patronizing. “Mr. Cross must approve all charges. Surely you understand.” I didn’t flinch. Just slid the Centurion card across the counter. Aeternum Cross. My name—Lana Reyes—engraved in silver.

Kara continued with a watery smile. “Nine months later I gave birth to two beautiful babies, Netta, a beautiful baby girl with molten gold eyes the same color as the figure that beckoned me. And Akoma My baby boy, the splitting image of my mate, My Mate, who burned down the trees,” Kara smiled at me sadly, her face twisted with a grimace as she recalls her story. “As the trees burned,” Kara whispers to me “Netta screamed as if she was in pain, I knew right then what my daughter’s destiny was,”

she informed. “Now that’s a name fitting for her,” I commented to him. “Shut up,” he told me. “Why Ava?” he asked her. She seemed unsure about answering. “You’re going to think I’m insane.” That piqued both our interest. “What do you mean?” “I go by Ava, but the name Autumn is in my head. I don’t know if anyone’s ever called me by that name before. I just sort of adopted it, together with the last name Cross,” she explained.