O Crossed Out Novels & Stories

Olivia had been afraid for herself, but she had still thought of the women whose records had already been used against them. Near the lower third of the page, one name is not hidden completely. Or rather, it had been visible once. Someone has crossed it out so violently that the ink nearly tears through the paper. A thick slash. Then another. Then several more, dark and furious, obliterating the name beneath. Only the first letter remains partially visible at the edge, not enough to identify. The violence of the crossing-out feels different from redaction. Redaction protects. This punishes. Leah’s stomach turns. “Who crossed that out?”

I see Ocean's eyes turn black when I say that Desert is a bit bruised so I quickly hurry on, "She said all she can see from the room she is locked in is an apple tree" Ocean and Acre look at each other and smile "Uncle Antony's house," they both say together. Oceans p.o.v. Me and Acre get into the water first, we quickly and quietly swim to the other side watching in case we are spotted but everything goes smoothly, as Acre waits behind a tree I silently creep up behind the rogue that's supposed to be on watch and without making a sound I snap his neck,

At the start of graduation season, my boyfriend took more than two hundred photos of Madison Vale. Chase Whitman was president of Westbridge University’s photography club. He knew how to find flattering light and how to coax people out of stiff smiles. Madison stood beneath the maples outside the library in a white dress, her graduation cap tucked under one arm. “Am I taking up too much of your time?” she asked. Chase checked the last few shots and smiled. “You make my job easy.” When it was finally my turn, he barely looked at me. “Stand by the tree.” He clicked the shutter twice and lowered the camera. “Done.” I stared at him. “That’s it?” He turned the screen toward me. In one photo my ey

"I promise I know what I did wrong, Giselle," Benjamin said humbly. "I've already fired Chelsea, deleted all her contact details, and even finalized the divorce with her. I promise I won't have anything to do with her or her daughter again." He looked apologetic. "Please don't be mad at me anymore. Come back with me, and we'll get married, okay? I've already picked the venue and ordered the outfit. Everything is ready. I'm just missing you, the bride…"

But when my gaze fell on his cartoon avatar, a wave of disgust filled me. The next second, I scrolled past Xavier's message, found my conversation with my superior, and typed, "I'll accept the outstation transfer, even if the post is abroad."

The crib was empty, and everything was gone. Even our wedding portrait had been taken down. The room held nothing of mine except the faint trace of my scent still lingering on the pillow. Every sign that I had ever existed in this house had been erased. I had been desperate enough to wipe away every last trace, to leave him with nothing to hold onto. Jasper slid down the side of the bed and crumpled onto the floor, clutching the pillow to his chest. His shoulders shook violently, and a single hot tear rolled down his face.

Scott's lips were cracked and bleeding, his face as pale as a corpse. Emma turned and walked away, tossing out an order as she left. "Send him to the red-light district. No one is to let him out without my orders." Emma brought a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine to my grave. She set the flowers down in front of the headstone. The petals trembled gently in the wind, just the way my lashes used to flutter when I smiled. After unscrewing the bottle cap, she tilted her head back and took a swig.

Everyone said Alice Foster was heads over heels in love with me. Even when my father and I were kicked out of the house, she still insisted on keeping her marriage vows. She even rehearsed them ninety-nine times because she envisioned a perfect wedding for us. Little did they know, all the best-men at the wedding were picked among a list of the ninety-nine lovers she kept around her. “Oliver, you're already my husband. It’s not too much to ask to let them attend the wedding, is it?” I numbly accepted the box of cash she handed me before rushing to the hospital. The wedding was supposed to be for me. That was, until I saw her walking onto the stage with the child my mother birthed out of

Then I put it back in the front pocket of the notebook, in the space that had been waiting for it. I opened the notebook to the fourth column. I looked at the items. Suppression correction: crossed out. Territorial petition: I drew the line through it now. Clean. Complete. Vex Callum: crossed out. Brand removal: Thursday. Today. Dr. Elan arrived at eleven. One item. I looked at the last item for a long time.

Almost like this is the first time we've crossed the line. He reaches down and ghosts his hand over my underwear. Not quite touching, but I swear I can feel the heat of his palm through the lace. I'm almost shaking from the need to move, almost shaking from desire. "You said you were just going to look." "That's all I'm doing." His gaze meets mine and we both know we're now playing a game as he draws one knuckle down the center of my panties. "Oops." "Mason." But I don't try to stop him as he rubs my pussy through my panties. Just that slow drag of his knuckle over my slit and up to my clit and then back down again.