O Crossed Out Novels & Stories

It was simply impossible. “Hello, my name is Cross Owens and I am assigned to your class. It’s not my class yet but I just came to say and get to know you guys.” His voice. I felt lost. I could only stare. His name. I finally knew his name. I finally knew both of their names but now, they are both off-limits. Cross, my first lover from that night a week ago, and Lucas, my other lover. I wanted so much to meet them again but I never thought that it would be like this.

He clearly circled the name on slip that had been in question all along. "Name Nathannil Sinclaire, you crossed out and corrected it to Nathaniel Sinclair. You swapped the two names in your post, right? But if you insist on blaming Olive for not being careful, what about you? What kind of responsibility do you have as a teller?" Dela growled in frustration, her eyes shooting daggers at Olive.

My curiosity about these supposedly formidable opponents vanished. Connor and I loved to show off, but we only pushed ourselves. We never looked down on anyone else. Ms. Dawson graded their papers quickly, then stayed silent. The Genius Gemini asked confidently, "Ms. Dawson, what did we get?" Ms. Dawson's expression was strange. After hesitating, she looked at the boy who was ranked top. "Owen Cross, 95 points." Then she looked at the girl who was ranked second. "Tessa Moore, 91 points."

Conri growls… “Cr-crossbreeds…You a-are in-indeed a c-catastrophe…Y-you must vanish or else…I must inform them-“ “Do you know what? Why crossbreeds remain legends?” “Yo-“ “It’s because…no one has ever lived after seeing them.” “Ug----kkk!” Conri pulls the ice bow from the Lighten’s knee and watches him slowly losing his breath. "Con, is it not done yet?" Royu flashes in front him like a flowing soundless lightning. "Yeah, let's go. Where is everyone?" Conri asks. "Matt is already cleaning the mess. What should we do after this?"

Despite the lethargy, the cheering from the audience creates a blaring sound that overpowered the entire arena, louder than it could ever be. Of course, it’s Wyatt Benjamin, the one who singlehandedly perished the hundreds of disguised members of Royal Defense sent by the kingdom of dark magicians months ago. Or at least, that's what they thought it is. Crarene, the kingdom of the above-mentioned creatures, is the first and worst enemy of Oqazia. That is why anyone who contributes a lot in solving or stopping the chaos they are constantly causing earns glory from the people.

I'm on my second cup of coffee, my leg bouncing under the table, when the door swings open and Caleb walks in. He's changed his shirt—a dark gray Henley now, sleeves pushed up, hair still damp at the temples. He spots me immediately, crosses the room in four long strides, and slides into the seat across from me. His eyes are dark, intense, scanning my face like he's checking for damage. "I got rid of him." His voice is low, rough. "Told him I had a headache and was heading home. He bought it." "And Jade?"

When reality finally returned, it came with weight. They adjusted themselves quietly and stepped out into the open space beyond the room. Where others could see them, they walked past each other without acknowledgment. Teacher. Student. Strangers again.

Ethan said, stubborn, but the edge in his tone didn’t mask the hesitation. “You already did. That’s why your answer’s wrong,” Marcus said simply, like the truth of it should have been enough to make Ethan submit. Ethan froze, pen hovering over the page, and for the first time in the session, really looked down at what he’d written, letting the words and numbers sink in. Slowly, deliberately, he crossed something out, admitting, even if only to himself, that Marcus had been right. “…okay, that one doesn’t count,” he muttered, almost under his breath, almost unwillingly.

I exhaled shakily. Yes… Cross was dead. Don’t lose your mind, Ari. Get yourself together. Your lover is dead!

At seventeen, Damien Delta severed all ties with his best friend. Without a single word or explanation, he cut Harrison Kane, out of his life completely. For years, Damien stayed on the circuit, masterfully calculating his schedule to make sure their paths never crossed. When dodging Harrison became too difficult, Damien quit driving altogether, stepping away from the track to build the cars instead. He thought he was safe behind the scenes. He was wrong. When the Delta empire faces complete ruin, Damien is forced to break his own golden rule. Dragged out of retirement for SLAT—the most prestigious, brutal racing tournament in the world—he has to step back into the driver's seat.  And