Spirit Crossing: A Novel Novels & Stories

I stood up, my legs trembling, my head spinning. "Tyra—" I called out, my voice a desperate plea. She turned and ran, her sobs echoing through the room. I followed, my legs feeling like lead, my head spinning with a mixture of confusion and fear. "Tyra, wait!" I called, my voice hoarse with panic. But she was gone, vanished into the labyrinthine corridors of the club. Shit! I knew nothing had happened between me and that woman. Why was I sleeping with her?

My thoughts wandered. We first met during a heavy rainstorm, and now it seemed fitting that we were ending things in the same weather though I no longer saw it as some kind of fateful connection. I waited for a long time. The pot of tea before me grew cold and was nearly empty. Still, there was no sign of Allison. Just as I was about to call her to check what was happening, I received a message from Aaron. "Sorry, Eric. I accidentally burned my hand earlier, and Allison is busy taking care of me right now."

LOVE IN THE CROSSFIRE Florence A.S Chapter 022: Rainy night in New York With tears in her eyes, and nothing but pajamas on her back, Sofia ran out of the house, sprinting towards the gate, with nowhere in mind to go she just knew she couldn't stay there cause tensions were high and for the first time since her and spencer started their relationship it dawn on her that she was dating a betrothed man that is soon to be married, what has she gotten herself into, her dreams of love and a fairy tale was just lying to her, he is to marry Kara and no matter how much he or she denies it, it is a fact. Still running with no clue of where she was going or intention of stopping, rain began pouring down

He glanced up towards the man before his wife. “The reason it’s not a Holy War is that we don’t have the spear that killed Jesus. Nor do we have the chalice and we’re not battling in the Holy City.” He felt Ava’s hand laced into one of his, allowing him to explain further. “A Spirit War is what we’re in the middle of, fighting for the souls of this world.” He glanced around the room. “But it seems that he wants to have a war here in Spokane.”

Not like this, at least! I hated them for spinning lies around me, for stealing my name and my work. If I had a chance at life again, I would never let them get away with it. I would make them pay. Suddenly, a beam of light broke through. I realized the restraints binding me had been undone. I closed my eyes, letting the sunlight wash over me, that faint warmth giving me a thread of comfort. When I opened them again, a familiar face filled my vision. His eyes widened, and I could see a red tint gradually climbing into them. "Why are you here, Cassidy?"

Little did he know that I had taken Ayden and left for foreign shores a decade ago, back to the stronghold of our family. Derick, lost and searching, was instead found by Jasmine. 10 years had turned Jasmine into a shell of her former self, robbed of her fertility and plagued by a severe mental disorder. Once she found Derick again, she would not let go. From lovers to sworn enemies, they lost everything and lived only to torment each other. Soon after, tragedy struck in Derick's home: a shooting that left both dead. Rumor had it that Jasmine, in a fit of madness, decided if she was going down, Derick was going too.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

But now, he seemed so resolute, as if he was prepared to completely cut ties with his father for good. Nonetheless, I scrutinized Noah closely and noticed his small frame trembling slightly. His narrow shoulders appeared fragile and weak. I gritted my teeth as a wave of guilt and self-blame washed over me. How could Noah not be hurt? He had just… lost hope completely. Or maybe Noah was simply holding it all in so that I wouldn't feel worse. Suddenly, hurried footsteps echoed behind us. "Cecilia! Noah!" Alexander's voice called out. He caught up to us and blocked our way. "You forgot your luggage."

Hope suddenly flared in my chest, and I straightened. "What?" I asked quickly. Desperately. But the look on her face made my heart sink, and my shoulders sag. I'd hoped too soon. "It is called the Crossing," she said. "And my child, it is dangerous." "How dangerous?" Zephyr asked. Her eyes shifted to him, then back to me. "The Crossing is when your soul travels beyond the veil, to the realm of spirits. A place between life and death. Between soul and flesh. The curse is tethered to your womb by unnatural means. To undo it… is to face it from the inside. Spirit to spirit."

Taking hold of the sandwich I quickly eat it, burning my tongue when I drink the coffee. Guess I’m on my own once again… I look over at the book Chase had given me, kind of annoyed he didn’t bring me Catching Fire as well. I go get ready for the day, not really knowing what the point is but it’s something to keep myself busy with. I get dressed in one of Chevy’s old clothes – a simple green dress with white lilies all over (really pretty) and take my time to brush my hair and everything else while starring out of the window.