O With Cross Through It Novels & Stories

*Cries* ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ Now, without any more delay, let's immerse ourselves in this story. X O X O J A N E D O E W R I T I N G S

He squinted, unsure. “It’s not finished yet, that’s why you don’t see it. We’ve only walked three points. But a fourth point would complete it.” She drew a straight line to complete the pattern. His jaw dropped as he recognized it. “A cross,” he said quietly. “We were meant to walk in the shape of a cross.” “Yes,” she said excitedly. “And if we follow the line, if we complete the cross symmetrically, it only leads to one place.” They both followed the line she drew.

A familiar pressure presses down over everything. Olivia freezes mid-sip. Her glass hovers near her mouth, forgotten. “Is that…” she whispers, barely audible. “Is that Nathan Cross?” I turn. Slow. Deliberate. And there he is. A storm in silk. Black suit. Loosened tie. The kind of stillness that vibrates with control. He doesn’t scan the room—he claims it. His eyes cut straight through bodies and noise and land on me like a sentence. He doesn’t blink.

, I drew a heavy cross. Twelve days left.

“I’m sorry about how he approached you. He must have recognized you and tried to talk to you but couldn’t. He can’t talk. And he’s quite sick.” Oh, right? Is it why his eyes are the only part of his head that isn’t in a mask? He’s wearing a glove as well. In fact, his entire body is covered with wool except the goddamn eyes that keeps staring at me! He makes a sign by placing one index finger on the other index. One is horizontal. The other is vertical. I crease my brows, confused as fuck. “What… why’s he gesturing at me?” Chelsea smiles. “He says his name is Cross.”

My only saving grace was that the door was wide open, so I doubted he’d try anything. “Are you ok Miss Cross?” he questioned. Something clicked for me. “How do you know my name?” “It’s on the register,” he replied. I raised an eyebrow at him. “Except it says Hunt on the register.” He scratched the back of his neck, bringing my attention to his delicious arms. “Lucky guess?” There was something strange going on here, but I ignored it as I smirked, walking up to him. “Mr Cage whose full name I don’t know, you’re coming off as a stalker right now.”

He brought out his phone which had been in his shirts pocket the whole time and with the aid of GPS, was able to find their location. "Alex you better work on that fast!" "Ok ok, we are approaching a T-junction, when we get there go left." Like Alex had spoken, a T-junction came into view and Amanda swerved to the left stress quickly. "Ok now, keep going straight and-" A bullet wheezed just past Alex. "Fuck!" His ears were ringing, he blinked his eyes, rubbing his ears. "Did you get hit?" "No, not yet at least, This is a straight road, soon you will see a corner at your left, don't take that, go further and you will see another one by your right, take that." Alex went on his knees and crawle

There is a rectangular hole in the top of the crate. CALL HER NAME TO OPEN THE CRATE! The inscription on the top of the crate. "Who?" "I don't know." Emily circled the box and found a plank leaning behind her. It says "Ouija" at the top. Then the letters of the alphabet are arranged in a curved shape. At the bottom there are numbers from 0 to 9. The upper left corner contains a picture of the moon, while the top right has an image of the sun.

“He crossed the rainbow bridge a few years ago.” “Oh, I see,” he answered. “And didn’t he come back?” She raised an eyebrow. Clearly, he had never come across that phrase before. “Um… what I meant was that… he passed away,” she clarified awkwardly and added, “so he’s not coming back, unfortunately.” “Oh!” He cleared his throat and smothered an embarrassed cough. “Yeah, I got it. It’s really sad when they have to go.” “Hmm” She lowered her eyes.

Under the covers. With them. 🩸