Killer Cross Over Novels & Stories

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."

"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.

“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.

Karma's POV I arrived home sometime around midnight. The house was completely dark. I stood outside for a moment after paying the cab driver, staring at the windows of the house. I had deliberately taken a cab instead of calling Noah. And I refused the ride offer that Helena offered me, the last thing I needed was for Noah to see Roland dropping me off again and start asking questions I couldn't answer. Tonight had already been complicated enough. Daniel Cross was dead. The surgery had gone exactly as Helena had predicted.

Terrified, she panicked, but Death took her away before she could escape. I was left alone, watching Nicholas slowly stand up and gaze at the blood-stained dagger in his hand. "Astrid, I've already sent someone to kill the man who killed you. I've also instructed people to keep sabotaging your parents' company until it goes bankrupt, and then slowly torture them. Now that Madison is dead... I'm next..." Madison was right. He had lost his mind. I floated over and stood in front of him, wanting to touch his cheek and tell him that I had never truly hated him. I had let go of many things during the four years after my death. I watched the children reincarnate, and the vast majority of them had

He manipulated him into knowing about me. “It was not him. He was dead.” I spoke. Then I hugged the letter to my chest, speaking “It was Hayden.” He stopped eating and looked at me making a worried face. “Hayden? As in Hayden Moore?” “You know him?” He shook his head. “I only heard about him. Heir of our rival clan.” When I nodded, he looked confused. He asked “What’s happening? Are you in danger? What should we do? I don’t think any of our people are alive…”

Archie lay still with unsteady breathe and violent heartbeat. The killer grabbed the silver knife in his hands and raised it. Archie’s eyes grew bigger seeing the knife now above in the air. In the moment of fling the knife was stabbed in Archie’s chest where his heart was supposed to be. But the killer was not satisfied with one stab so he pulled out the knife back and stabbed again and again and again until he was satisfied. "Its not over Archie Hamilton. Not Yet." The killer said in angered tone. Seeing the light of life now completely gone from Archie’s eyes the killer was now more than satisfied. He got off Archie’s stomach and sat beside him on his feet.

He gave me a quick look and I introduced myself as well. You could see very clearly that Sven and Claudio were brothers. Not only their light brown hair looked similar, but also the contours of their face. Both looked a little older than Blake. "Mm, so what now?" Claudio seemed really impatient and went straight to the actual topic. "Jared is dead, he jumped off a bridge and that's why I asked you if you had seen him. That's the summary now." After Blake had finished this difficult sentence, there was silence for a while. You could tell it was a shock for everyone involved.