The Crossing Places Book Novels & Stories

I responded with a glare. The shorter staff cleared his throat. "If you'll both kindly show us your key cards, we can straighten this out." "gladly," I huffed, shoving mine forward. Mr. Smug did the same, sliding his out with infuriating calm. the staff scanned both cards, their brows furrowing. My stomach churned. Finally, the shorter one looked up nervously. "There's been a double booking. Both of you are registered to this suite." I blinked. "You've got to be kidding me."

Thinking about how everyone had ostracized me back then because of Victor and how Adam was the only one who cared for and looked after me, I decided to go. I drove toward the address he had sent, but halfway there, I was flagged down by a stranded motorist whose tire had blown out. He was waiting for roadside assistance. I always kept a toolbox in my trunk, so I stopped the car. But as soon as I opened the door and got out, I saw Victor standing up, covered in motor oil while saying thanks. When he saw me, surprise flashed in his eyes, but then he hesitated, not daring to approach me. I made a sound of acknowledgment. Putting down the toolbox, I was about to get back in my car and leave.

He snatched up his duffel bag from the floor by the door and darted straight into the bathroom before Marcus could say another single syllable. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Guys, can you leave comments ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ idk if you like the book or not, 🥲. If you don't like me writing notes I'll shut up. 🫠 (btw who wants a spoiler)

Third-Person POV Xavier clenched his fists as he stood before the receptionist, not budging an inch. "Please tell me where Serena is. I have something important to tell her." The receptionist hesitated, then sighed. "She went abroad. I don't know the details of her transfer, only that it's to Erilea." "Where in Erilea?" Xavier pressed. "I really can't tell you. She made that clear." After thanking the receptionist, Xavier turned and left the office building. He walked out the company doors and stood by the curb.

I can't believe I'm on one of the most beautiful islands and where Rex and the boys were born and raised. "Hey, Thea," Effie poke her head. "Who's room are who?" "Oh!" I ran to my backpack and pulled out a white folder full of our plans for our vacation. I set it down on the table with everyone present, "Okay, let me see. This room and Rex and I. Your room is over there. The other suite is Liam, Lily, Seth, and Terry. Don and Claire have the room across, along with Jordyn and Ares. Okay, everyone, go to your rooms and rest up because we are going to eat out later tonight."

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“Down at the crossing. Real trouble.” She followed, boots crunching grit, heartbeat surging at the prospect of a fresh adrenaline. The city had always run on simple principles—might, memory, and whoever was crazed enough to outlast the storm. But with each day under Carolina’s rule, the rules seemed less like scripture and more like a game that desperately needed breaking. The “crossing” was two blocks of no-man’s land where the old subway spat out into the surface. Briony waited by the crumbling mouth, one hand jammed in her pocket, the other clutching a battered radio against her shoulder.

As she approached, he helped her into the saddle, then climbed onto his own. The moment their mounts galloped beyond the sanctuary gates, the fog seemed to recoil. But the woods beyond remained treacherous. As they rode, Catherine whispered enchantments to cloak their presence, while Father Emmanuel—now riding with them—recited protective scriptures beneath his breath. They were not simply traveling through land anymore. They were crossing into the spiritual battlefield. They reached the river crossing by dawn. The old bridge had collapsed under mysterious circumstances, as if clawed by something massive. Catherine knelt by the splintered wood. “This wasn’t rot. Look at the burn marks.”

Beside me, I saw the corner of Cassius’s mouth twitch as he fought, and failed, to suppress a grin. “I dream of it, sometimes,” the vendor sighed, clasping her hands to her chest and gazing at some unseen horizon. “A dashing stranger sweeping me away from Glens Crossing for a life of adventure.” Her focus snapped back to us. “This is the newest in the series. Simply divine.” I rested a hand on the book, a convenient prop. “Speaking of strangers,” I began, flipping a page, “have you noticed any… unusual travelers? Perhaps someone who seemed a bit out of place?”

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