New Alex Cross Book Novels & Stories

A tall figure in a letter jacket, sweaty dark hair, intense eyes that seem to be looking right at us. Axel Cross. The star quarterback. The guy every girl wants and every guy wants to be. He's supposed to be at practice. What's he doing here? Our eyes meet through the glass, and something in his expression changes. His jaw tightens. His hands clench into fists at his sides. He can see Professor West's hand on mine. He can see how scared I am. He can see everything. Professor West follows my gaze and quickly drops his hand, stepping back with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

she asked quietly, her voice echoing softly in the grand room. "It's over," Alexander replied, his deep baritone carrying an absolute, unyielding finality. "Julian Cross is in federal custody. His lawyers are currently begging for a plea deal, but the prosecutors have enough evidence to keep him behind bars for the next twenty years. Cross Industries is done, Elena. Their assets are being liquidated, and I have already instructed my legal team to completely clear your father's estate of any lingering liabilities. By tomorrow morning, the Vance name will be entirely vindicated in the public record."

Surveillance Report – Subject: Julian Cross Agent Assigned: Dominic LaRoux – Initial Sweep Objective: Behavior log / confirmation of routine integrity 14:15 – Cross exits office building Standard exit through side lot, no assistant or driver. Alone. Wears tailored navy suit, unremarkable briefcase. 14:35 – Arrives at a small bookstore on 42nd Spends twenty minutes browsing nonfiction titles. Purchases one: "The Quiet Strategist" by Myles Eckhart. No apparent connection to work.

“Elena Cross formally charged in bribery scandal.” CROSS FAMILY: BAD SEEDS ALL AROUND A SCANDAL FOR THE AGES: CROSS FAMILY SECRETS ROTTING GOLD: THE SECRETS OF THE CROSS FAMILY On and on it goes. Then Sasha. Her name. Her photo. The banner below it reads in blunt, merciless font: Sasha Moore, pronounced dead. Fallen off a building's roof. Investigation ongoing. I thought she had run but instead… She is dead. Dead. I grip the edge of the bench so hard my knuckles split. “No,” I whisper, shaking my head. “No, that’s—” My voice cracks.

Valen Words travel faster than fire. By the time I step onto Ragriz soil, my phone keeps vibrating with notifications in their tens. Packs forum, social media, group chats. I peek in maybe once or twice. Alexandra Russo Seen Entering Paxon Territory with Alpha Reid. Ex-Ragriz Center Chooses New Pack? The humans watching from the outside don’t remember who she is yet, but our people do. Every single wolf in this territory knows what it means to see that girl wrapped up in someone else’s colors.

A new city, a high-stakes assignment, and odds that didn’t favor him. He was lost in thought when a voice startled him. “Oh my days, are you the Alexander Cromwell?” a young woman squealed. Alex turned. The girl’s eyes were wide, her phone already half-raised. “Yes, I am,” he said with a faint smile. “Could I please get your autograph and a selfie? I’ve been following your work since you won the Jenson Innovations case! You’re like my personal Harvey Specter. I can’t believe I’m standing next to you.”

The sane, logical part of my brain screamed at me to pack my bags, lock my door, and run as far away from this house as possible before I became collateral damage. But the fear wasn't paralyzing me. Instead, it was doing something twisted. It was fueling a dark, burning fire right in the pit of my stomach. The terrifying reality that Adrian Cross was a ruthless, cold-blooded monster was warring violently with my deep, undeniable addiction to him. And the addiction was winning. I didn't want to run from the truth. I didn't want to cower in my room and pretend I was just an innocent college student anymore. That girl was gone. I wanted to face the danger head-on.

Chapter 4: Jealous Games Alex POV Max’s text sat on my phone like a live grenade for the entire weekend. Every time the screen lit up with a notification, my stomach lurched, expecting another message from him. “I know your secret. Tell them or I will.” The words burned behind my eyes even when the phone was face-down on my nightstand. I didn’t tell Kai right away—I couldn’t bear to see that flash of violence in his eyes again—but by Sunday night, the weight of it was crushing me.

“Who is it? You’re not bringing a homeless man this year. I have a baby now. Cripes, Bella wont even take her to the store, she’s so afraid she’ll touch a germ and get sick.” “No, not a homeless man. It's a woman friend.” “What? I think I heard you wrong.” laughing “Does Alex have a girly-friend now?” “You heard right and she’s not my girlfriend. It’s new.” Not my girlfriend. Yet. If I have my way, she will be by the end of the weekend. “But you're serious about her already? Ha! Who am I talking to? You're always serious.”

When I finally raised my eyes, the air left my lungs. He was taller than the photos suggested, shoulders filling the dark suit like he owned gravity itself. Sharp jaw, darker hair, and those icy gray eyes that seemed to cut right through pretense. Damien Cross. “Elena Hale,” he said, voice low and controlled. He didn’t offer a handshake. “You come highly recommended. Why do you want to work here?” I met his gaze. “Because your competitors are boring. You aren’t.” A ghost of a smile touched his lips, gone in a heartbeat. “Flattery won’t close deals, Miss Hale.”