Novelist Cross Novels & Stories

For the second time, I rerouted my sight into his direction. "How do you know my pen name?" He chuckled, his voice as if it crawled up straight from the grave. "Who wouldn't know a fictional character murderer? Of course, you're the famous gore novelist who hasn't updated her on-going story for months now." Right at the moment, I shrugged off my shoulders and took a glance at the dead cosmos. Biting my lips as I was trying to formulate the exact words to say. "So you're one of my Egg Cells?" I beamed and faced him again with a wide smile.

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And I can’t tell if she’s hiding from the room, or me. But before I can figure it out, I hear someone approach from the side. A laugh. Light. Easy. “Hunter,” the man says. A handshake follows, firm and practiced. “I didn’t expect such good taste in company tonight.” I don’t recognize him immediately. Not until he’s close enough that I can see the gold signet ring on his right hand. Nathaniel Cross. A venture capitalist with deep pockets and deeper rumors. He nods toward Celine, his gaze sweeping over her with too much interest for my liking. “Your girlfriend is beautiful.”

Book 6: Captive Daddy Intro: When journalist Iris Morgan went undercover to expose billionaire Nathaniel Cross's criminal empire, she never expected to get caught. She definitely never expected him to decide she was worth keeping. Chapter 1: Into The Lion's Den The party was everything Iris had expected from a man like Nathaniel Cross. Expensive champagne flowing like water, crystal chandeliers throwing light across marble floors, and people who wore their wealth like armor. Everyone here had money, power, or both. And they were all trying to impress the man who stood at the center of it all.

She became the writer of 1 million novels, with over a thousand writers each of a thousand writers. - Well, she dedicated the stolen novels from other dimensions of other writers that she murdered in another reality, to every demon that helped her in the great revolution where she got rid of every novelist, writer, screenwriter and artist, like Rob Liefield, in which she killed every one of them before they finished writing their novels. So, she had Joanne Rowling's finished works of three dimensions, in which one of them, she wrote a vampire novel, in another dimension, she wrote a wizard novel, in another dimension, in which she wrote werewolf novels.

The book club ladies were in fine form this afternoon. Margaret Thompson sat primly on the floral couch in a rented out space close to the library, a half-empty teacup balanced on her knee, her Bible study notes open on the coffee table. The conversation had started with the latest Christian fiction novel — something about redemption and resisting temptation — but it had drifted, as it always did, into more personal territory. Gossip dressed up as prayer requests. “Speaking of temptation,” one of the women said, lowering her voice with dramatic concern, “have you heard what’s going around about that poor Thompson boy?”

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Now, all at once, it hit me that everything I had given over the years had been nothing more than a one-sided effort. I was just about to book a flight when I realized I had forgotten my ID and passport, so I had no choice but to return home. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a mess all over the floor. Leftover snacks were scattered everywhere, along with half-finished dishes left behind. Right by the bedroom door lay something impossible to miss—a box of levonorgestrel pills and a piece of wine-red lingerie. Willow had never liked being physically intimate with me. Even Naomi's existence had come from a drunken incident.

He was already sitting beside her. It was then Nikka infuriated, “Why are you here?! Who permits you to come here?! This is my place!” But like deaf, he seemed didn't hear what Nikka has said. His jade-green eyes were glued on the cover of the book she was reading, then replied in the different subject. “Wow!!! You also read the novel 'I Can See It!' It was one of my favorite mystery book! I'm a huge fan of its author with the pen name 'Crossfinger'. And I've already read all of his books. Wow, I didn't expect you to read this. What volume are you? I'm in the latest volume.” He said merrily, even his eyes were sparkling happily.