Movie The Cross And The Switchblade 소설 & 이야기

I turned quickly to make a break for it, but stopped just as soon as I moved my legs. My eyes locked on the man fighting the leader, the same time small lighting touched a side of his face. “Cross?” I muttered in disbelief, blinking my eyes. What was he doing here? How did he find me? Before I could even process the whole thing, Cross tackled the leader to the ground and grabbed his shoulder, twisting it until the sickening sound of bone snapping filled the air. I felt my stomach turn, and I nearly threw up at the gut wrenching sound. Suddenly, the leader, wincing in pain, slyly pulled a small knife from his pocket and stabbed Cross in the stomach before he could see it coming.

Blade pivoted, swinging his knife, sparks scattering as steel met steel. I felt our daughter tremble against me. “Daddy…?” she whispered. “I’ve got you, baby,” Cruz said, spinning to shield us both. His chest rose and fell in ragged gasps. “Stay close. Don’t let go.” The shadow lunged again, striking Cruz’s shoulder. Pain flared across his face, but he gritted his teeth, swinging the gun like a club, forcing it back. Blade slashed, cutting across the figure’s arm, but the thing seemed to absorb the blows, twisting, disappearing, leaving only the scrape and ringing echo behind.

-V] I showed Cole the message. His face went pale. "She knows I'm here". "What do we do?" "We..." He stopped, looking at something behind me. I turned around. Standing at the entrance to the parking garage were the two men from the photos in Sage's notebook. The ones who work for Victoria and they were holding someone between them. A girl beaten and covered in blood. She was barely conscious. I covered my mouth with my hands, trying not to scream. It was Madison Cross. The girl who hated Sage. The girl Victoria wanted my sister to spy on and written across her forehead in marker were three words:

"Sorry, everyone. It looks like I'll be changing brides today." He sounded almost proud of himself. "My maid of honor, Talia Cross, surpasses Elise in every aspect. She's prettier, hotter, and better overall. You're all my witnesses. Elise and I are over. And let me be clear—I'll never take her back even if she begs me to forgive her." I said nothing as I looked at his smug face, my smile deepening with each ridiculous word pouring out of his mouth. Whispers immediately erupted through the crowd.

They had been through this before. As the machine hummed to life, Marcus and his assistant wasted no time in preparing to place the aortic cross-clamp, a critical step in the bypass procedure. The clamp would halt blood flow through the heart, allowing them to operate without interference. Carefully, with the precision of a seasoned expert, Marcus positioned the instrument, ensuring it was secure before signaling to his assistant.

The list of things I need to survive. Not him. Then— A sound. Low. Lethal. A car slows beside me. Smooth. Sleek. Black as consequence. The kind of car that doesn’t belong on this street—or anywhere outside a high-security compound and a Forbes cover. Of course. Because of course. The window glides down like a scene cue, and there he is—Nathan Cross in the driver’s seat, looking like the problem I never asked for but apparently subscribed to. “Get in,” he says, voice low and velvet-lined. Like it’s a suggestion. Like he’s not already sure I will.

Sloane was helpful throughout my steps away from the drama. We got to the car and I sat in front, next to Sloane. She straps me to the seat and helps herself before igniting the vehicle. “We've got this, okay.” She adds, softly. While she is about to move, someone knocks on my side of the window. “Should I swipe down?” Sloane asks I nod.

They were used to my commands from above, from shadow. Tonight there was no shadow. Tonight I waded through it with them. A blade flashed from somewhere to my left. I caught the wrist before it reached me and twisted until I heard the joint give. The man screamed. I silenced him with a shot at close range, close enough to feel the heat leave him and replaced with the cold of death. Somewhere behind me, Dominic barked orders, attempting to restore formation as I tore through it. “Left flank— hold your line—”

Yet, I still crossed it. I know I had to find Lily. I had no choice but to find the girl. I shifted once I crossed, knowing that my black pelt will make it more obvious I was not part of their pack, but I will be easier hidden in the shadows. I ran through the trees, picking up the faintest scent of Lilacs. It led me further and further away from safety but closer to Lily. That was… up until my senses got overwhelmed by the smell of coffee. O crap…

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You