Novelas y relatos de O With Cross

Can you shut up? 'Okay geez, someone's got an attitude, don't know where you got that from because it isn't me.' 'SHUT UP!' "Is that all you came over to say?", Alexandra asks, and Sebestian shook his head and put out his left hand, showing Alexandra the exact replica of his spine tattoos that were on his wrist. "I don't know how to explain this as it's a very long story, but you do recognize this do you? It's your pack symbol and-and it means I've finally found you".

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…

“Ah, This is your omega? You guys on a date? I didn't know my brother was this cute?” I hurried over to Shiloh and stood in front of him. I'm trying to cover up the smell of Cross's pheromones. Cross is an Alpha Dominant, after all. I'm afraid my pheromones aren't strong enough to cover his smell in front of Shiloh. And sure enough, Shiloh left us. I was just about to go after him when Cross pulled my hand away. I looked at him all annoyed. "What do you want?!" I asked.

I twisted the wedding ring on my left hand and calmly watched Victor walk down from the stage, step by step toward me. When he reached me, he knelt on one knee and held up the ring. "Marry me, Claire." I sneered and swatted his hand away, showing the diamond ring on my ring finger. "Mr. Whitmore, please show some respect. I'm a married woman." His pupils dilated in shock, but the next second they suddenly lit up as he said excitedly, "Claire, you're still jealous of Emma, so you're making up this excuse to brush me off, right?

The creak of the hinges echoed in the room, mingling with the faint rustle of the wind outside. "The most basic of these bonds is the temporary oath. It’s a simple agreement, a symbolic gesture of protection. It lets others know that the person bearing the mark is under the protection of someone within the Cross empire. Temporary, reversible, and easy to erase," he explained, his voice calm but laced with authority.

Her eyes narrowed in fury, finally turning to take a better look at her capter. She felt the man flinch from her glare, but he remained firm. Ophelia without uttering another word of protest, slammed the elbow of her free hand right in between his legs. Her short frame giving her advantage against the man’s big frame. He groaned in pain and his grip over Ophelia loosened. In that moment, she caught a glimpse of the pattern drawn on the man’s arm. A cross wrapped in thorns resting on a bed of roses.

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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

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she asks me. I touch my hair out of reflex, I cut it down to the length of my bra, and it’s curly, and full, so I like it. “Yes I had to cut it” “Yeah I mean she had to cut it, I mean it looked like she wasn’t even part of this world with her hair as long as it was back then” says Victoria. Her ever beautiful eyes pierces to the very depth of my soul, but I face her head on, there’s always been bad blood between us both, but we hardly ever talk so I felt like it would never bother us as long as we never cross paths. But now I’m beginning to think otherwise.