Killer Cross Over 소설 & 이야기

Croix shrugged, taking out a lollipop and watched. “Since you all fucked my girl, how about I fuck yours and call it even.” He pointed the gun to my temple. It’s hard to stay calm with the cold metal pressing against my temple and the way Knox held me. Croix raised the hem of his shirt showing Knox a glimpse of his gun tucked at the waistband. “How about we settle this outside? I don’t want my walls all bloody.” Knox spat. “You know the thing about you, Croix, you're too overconfident. This chick here seems swell. When I kill you, I’ll take her and fuck her so good.”

LYSSANDRA The knife comes down. I feel the weight of it in my hand, the promise of it, the sheer reckless hope that maybe I can end this before it truly begins. My muscles lock, my breath cuts short, and every nerve in my body screams as the blade connects with the back of Cross Kryne’s neck. And then, instead of a cry of pain, instead of the wet, sickening sound I am braced for, there is laughter. It is deep and rich and utterly wrong, spilling out of him like I have just told the most amusing joke he has heard all year.

She felt it in her bones. Naomi had urged her to leave it alone, to wait for Adrian to come forward. But Amara’s heart ached with a truth she could no longer deny. if she waited for Adrian, she would be waiting forever. He would protect her with silence until there was nothing left between them but walls. And Amara Collins was done living in shadows. Adrian’s phone buzzed on his desk, jolting him from his spiraling thoughts. A message from his head of security lit the screen: Cross spotted leaving a private club in Mayfair. Accompanied by two unknowns. Photos to follow.

Pain shoots through my bones, and tears pierce the corners of my eyes. I hear footsteps coming from the hallway, but before I know it, the bitch is on the floor too, screaming and writhing. Ares appears and only takes in the scene in one flimsy second before stalking closer to us. He doesn’t rush to our aid. Instead, he looks at me accusingly. “What did you do, Annika?” Ares questions, positioning himself between me and her. I shake my head exasperatedly, hoping that this time, he believes me. But hope has been nonexistent since I got married to Ares Brooker. "Nothing," I answer through clenched teeth. "She pushed me."

He rose, circling the desk. Kieran leaned against the doorframe, breathing heavily, his gaze wild. “No time for pleasantries, Alpha. It’s happening again.” “What is? Spill it,” Damien demanded, reaching for the hunting knife habitually sheathed at his belt. “The killings,” Kieran choked out, pushing off the frame. He crossed the room in a few strides, his eyes locking onto Damien’s. “Across the border territories. Three packs hit in two nights. Brutal. No survivors left to talk.”

"We've also uncovered multiple organ trafficking contracts. Under the guise of charity, Dr. Callaghan used her clinic to house terminally ill patients while secretly facilitating organ sales. Among them…" She slid another document before me, saying, "Your corneas, kidneys, and liver were already reserved." The shock made me jump up from the couch. "What? They… They planned everything all along to have me die that soon? This is outright murder!" I clutched my chest, overwhelmed and struggling to process the revelation, as I tried to calm my spiraling emotions.

Just the ghost of his mouth on my skin, the echo of his name in my chest, and the undeniable truth of it all: Nathan Cross fucked like a weapon. But when he said come home? It wasn’t a command. It was a confession.

Then she picked up her phone, and scrolled, scrolled and scrolled. Then stopped. “Business mogul and billionaire tycoon Jasper Moretti found dead in abandoned house” the headline of the news read. Her heart skipped. "Is this one of Ethan's friends?" She asked herself. “Might be a coincidence. Maybe a name sake.” She dropped the phone and took up the book once more. Flipping more pages even though her head screamed not to. She flipped once then stopped, and flipped it back. Her heart dropped. "Nolan Cross.” Boldly written in black ink, different from the others.

“Thank you for coming into my life.” Kingsley smiled gently. “Rest now. You need it.” She was so exhausted that she fell asleep almost immediately. Once she was asleep, Kingsley finally allowed himself to breathe. But now that the adrenaline had faded, the pain in his hands became unbearable. The knife had cut deeply into his palms. He quietly treated the wounds himself. Then his mind drifted back to the stick. I hope he survives that, he thought uneasily. My baby and I can’t afford to become killers twice.

"I'm not—I'm not helping you kill someone—" "You are not killing anyone. You are just setting up a date to help me save more people." Karma spoke in a cold tone. "Do we have a deal or not?" Mia looked at her phone, then at Marcus, and back at Karma. "Deal." She stood up to leave. "Mia." The girl froze, then turned back. Karma smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "If you double cross me, I will find you." Mia nodded once slowly.