Kara Cross Novels & Stories

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.

" Naomi blinked through her tears, half-understanding, then wrapped her arms around my neck. This time, she buried her face against my shoulder and nuzzled into my neck. "Then… Will you still tell me the story of The Three Little Bears?" "I will," I said softly, patting her gently on the back, my nose tingling. "Just… not every night." She didn't say anything else, just held onto me. I could feel her tiny body gradually ceasing to shake. Off to the side, Willow covered her mouth, tears slipping through her fingers. "Skyler, can you just give me one more chance? Please, just this once…"

“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?”

I stumbled toward the car, gathering as many as my arms could hold. The parade of luxury continued. The third car held sixteen designer bags; the fourth, sixteen pairs of beautiful sneakers; the fifth, sixteen pairs of elegant heels. The sixth car was a dream of indulgence—sixteen large bowls of ice cream in sixteen different flavors. By the time the seventh car opened to reveal a treasure trove of jewelry, I was reeling. When we reached the eighth car, I had to stop. "Babe, please... can we pause? I’m overjoyed, I’ve shouted too much... my breath is leaving me."

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

he whispered to himself. There, at the end of the petaled pathway stood Karrie looking as stunning as ever.Her eyes were wide, scanning the area. The crowd was much bigger than she imagined, some familiar faces and new ones stared back at her. They were all wearing their smiles and looking at her intently.

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.

“What? What is it?” asked Kamal curiously and followed his gaze to the backyard of the house across. Standing on the kitchen veranda and checking herself out in the mirror was Bhoomika. She looked beyond ravishing in that jet-black salwar she was in. The fabric hugged and defined the curls and curves of her elegant frame. Flowing down her shoulder was a crisp red dupatta with a generously printed border. Flashing his pearly white teeth, Kamal turned back to Dev who looked completely lost.