Killer Cross Over Novels & Stories

“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.”

and I shot the bullet right through his skull. [See you in hell, bitch] Mr. Luciano looked stared me with wide open eyes. I knew those were his best. Attempting to run away, I shot a bullet I'm sure affected his spine, making him paralyze instantly. I got closer to him and whispered in his ear, "no one double crosses me and lives" I smiled and killed him. I picked my suitcase and took his car. Putting my bike in the boot, I headed to the road to meet my family, 'the stingers.'

“You will meet him real soon.” My fingers itched for the knife under my dress at that moment. I had prepared for this showdown for years. Practiced how I would look him in the eyes without blinking, without screaming, without driving a blade through his chest on sight. Now I had to wait. Fine. Let him come home to hell. The chaplain’s voice rose again. “Lyra Cross, do you take Killian Maddox to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?”

Xander appeared back beside her. “It’s done, your highness,” he bowed, presenting a stake to her. She took it from him and smirked. “What is that?” I coughed She turned to me. “It’s a hybrid’s bane. This is what will kill Knox.” “What?” I gasped. “Thanks to you, I was able to get everything.” “What!” I cried. My heart thumped. What was happening? “Knox can only be killed with this stake and the blood of someone he loves.”

Kross. "No one comes to my club and causes a mess." Mr. Kross calls as he puts his gun back in its holder, and Killian runs forward to where Brynn was crouching on the ground. "Brynn!" He says that by running to her and pulling her tightly, his possessive side was at an all-time high. And out of Brynn's side vision, she could see the only surviving attacker had been captured and chained. As the wave of relief went through her, her hands immediately flew out to hold Killian closer. "I’m ok, thanks to you," Brynn whispered with a shudder.

Glancing at each other and wiping their tears, Jonathan finally asked, "What do you mean? Whose father?" Krulisa's eyes shifted from one to another. The smile on her face dropped to a serious look. "That man I had ordered you to kill, the one who was taking shelter on the mountains. His name is Hector. Hector Cross. He is the father of the Cross sisters." It felt like the world was trembling before them. None of the words sounded real at the moment. Their legs felt numb and weak, expressionless faces. Tears ran from their eyes as they realized what they had done.

Keyboard Overkill

Unable to endure the daily beatings, she had grabbed a knife and stabbed Alaric to death. The incident immediately hit the trending charts. When the police took Seraphina away, her eyes were hollow and lifeless. I didn’t even need to file a lawsuit anymore. As for Harold and Margaret, though physically unharmed, they had witnessed Seraphina’s crime. One succumbed to a heart attack from sheer fright; the other went insane. In the end, none of them escaped unscathed. They got exactly what they deserved. Once I settled all matters in the country, I boarded a plane with my parents and Isolde, leaving for our new homes.

" 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?"

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.