The Crossing Places Book Novels & Stories

You can also follow me on my Facebook page: @Author Gift Odulesi (for more updates on my books and much more information. IG: @giftodulesi. Once again, thank you so much! I love you guys, you're the best. #GiftOdulesi #CrossedPaths #RanaandEllen #Family #love #youngandadorableauthor #Africanauthor #readmyotherbooks #loveyouguyssomuch 💓😍💓 (Edited) Here's the blurb of The Snooty Billionaire's Maid: 👇 Roseline Kentwood (Gift) is trying to earn a living so she takes the chance of being Jace Snowman, a rude billionaire's maid.

But, I had just found out that I was expecting Rosy, and I was completely turned around by the news. I hear the sound of tires followed by a boom. Two cars had just collided at an intersection. No smell of blood and more fear than harm, apparently. Intersection... Crossroads. I look down at my screen again and try to enter the place's name. A muffled cry leaves my lips. In the West, lost on the road in the middle of nowhere. Placed at an unlikely crossroads : Crossroad Café.

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…

It smelled of rank B&O and stale fries. When he got to his feet, he was a little dizzy, but that wasn’t going to stop him. He had found some old books and a few blades stain with what looked like blood. He started digging around on the desk hoping to find something, but he didn’t know what. That is when he came across an old leather-bound book with strange writing across it. He saw the pictures of a crystal cross that had emeralds lined down the middle. Well, that helped Thomas understand why the cross ended up being very important but why did he have a piece of it?

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

--- 11:25 AM — D Sector, Palehook Crossing The bridge was not new—but new-acknowledged. A weaving of polyroot crossing that curved but did not snap underfoot. Kids crossed it unhesitantly. The elders crossed it slowly, some for the first time in years. Elira crossed it carefully, hand tracing the balustrade. Caelan, on the opposite side, shouted, "Still certain about your weight?" "I'm counting on the threads," she shouted back, "and on the hands that bound them."

As I lifted the heavy book over the desk, the pages fanned open slightly. Something small and white slipped right out from the middle chapters. It fluttered softly through the air, landing flat on the dark wood of the desk right under the warm light of the lamp. I froze completely. It was a small, torn piece of lined paper. It had not been there when I left my room this afternoon. I had not opened this textbook while I was at Liya's house either. It had been sitting right in the open pocket of my bag the whole time I was working on the couch.

Chapter 7 POV: Elara Duval By the time Clarisse and Ava finally left, the apartment felt like it had been aired out after a storm. Elara stood at the balcony, coffee in hand, watching the traffic crawl below. She hated that a single mention of Damon Cross had unsettled her. She didn’t even know the man beyond the headlines about his arrogance, his impossible standards, his meteoric rise and that one encounter The kind of man who collected enemies as easily as other men collected cufflinks.

Rachel stepped inside, breathing unevenly, curls half-fallen from where she’d tied them back earlier. “Scouts just returned,” she said quickly. “Something happened near the river crossing.” The warmth vanished immediately. Lucas straightened beside me. “What kind of something?” Rachel hesitated. “They found markings again.” Silence settled heavily after that. The river crossing sat farther north than most wolves traveled willingly. Years ago, it had marked the edge between pack territories before old wars burned through the land and redrew every border in blood. Nothing grew properly there anymore. Even animals avoided it.

I asked, excited. “But… not right away,” he said and my smile faded. “I have to deliver these books to the owner,” he added. “Oh,” I said, a little disappointed. I can't follow a stranger to an unknown place, even if it's in school. I've read stories about naive girls getting locked up and harassed in empty classrooms. “You just take a left turn, and another at the far end,” he directed. When the orientation finished, I was already tired and bored, because I didn't know how to sit still for a long time.