The Crux Novels & Stories

Lucy stood up and left his office. On getting to the third floor, she accidentally collided with Micheal who was walking towards her with his head buried in a book that looked like a proposal. He slightly raised his head and his eyes met Lucy’s. As Lucy and Michael locked eyes, a mix of surprise and discomfort washed over them. They both knew that their encounter was bound to be filled with tension and unspoken emotions. Awkwardly, they both stopped halfway staring at each other without uttering a word. The silence between them was deafening as they stood there, unsure of what to say or how to address each other. Memories of their passionate moments together flooded their minds, making it ev

Christian held her in his arms, he couldn't help but feel her floral scent, he sighed, impregnating himself with that scent, at the same time searching for a way to control the growing emotions provoked by her closeness. Meanwhile, she felt agitated, especially as her heart began to pound like a noisy locomotive out of control.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as the scene before her sank in. “Oh my God!” she screamed, her voice wild and trembling. We froze instantly, the air thick with shock and guilt. The truth—our secret—was laid bare in a single, horrifying moment. I dropped my gaze to the floor, unable to meet her eyes, while Crystal stood rooted, shame flooding his face. Anne’s bag slipped from her hand and thudded against the floor, the sound echoing like a final blow.

So, if she could earn money and pay him back, she'd have her freedom again. When their car reached a crossing of the high road, another car broke the traffic signal and ran across their car with a reckless speed. Nico slammed the brake hurriedly, causing her to jump forward. However, when Crista raised her eyes and looked ahead, her eyes landed on the big LED screen at the roadside. It was broadcasting financial news and Tristan's face was on it.

he explained but it made both the females face palmed. “Anyway, what are you doing here?” Azrael asked. “Unfortunately, my car broke down a few miles away. I needed to find some tools to fix it so I went were people are. It lead me here.” Azrael nodded. She had always thought that Cris was always ready with everything. He have a car but don’t have tools. It doesn’t sound like the Cris he knew. “That’s unexpected of you. You always have back up plans if everything doesn’t go out as planned.”

I explain. Kaine starts to get up but I shove him back onto the bed. "You need to rest, Crightus venom can stay in your blood for days even with a healer's magic," I tell him. "What the hell is a Crightus?" he mutters. "That's what we call the monsters with venom glands. The venom induces partial paralysis in your brain, usually affecting your motor functions which can have psychological side effects like hallucinations." He stares at me blankly. "Are you doing that on purpose, or do you really think I'm smart enough to understand a word of what you just said?" He chuckles.

For the first time, she experienced how wonderful it feels to have someone called the apple of the eye. She was in the library then, researching for her report. Coincidentally, the book she needed was on the higher part of the shelf and she could not reach it. But because of her shy nature, she still tried to reach the book by squatting. She was surprised when suddenly a tall, dark-skinned man approached her and handed her the book.

The Cruk howled in excruciating pain and stumbled on a rock and hit his back on a rock wall, while Pradai was on it's back, so they both crashed against the wall. "Pradai! Pradai! No no no Pradai!" Iliya wailed and fell on the ground, fearing that she had lost Pradai. Curl was afraid too. "No it can't end like this." He fell on his knees. The Cruk stopped struggling, and stopped breathing, it fell flat on the ground with his face. Pradai was right there, still holding on to the knife and sword which was all inside the Cruk's body. It got to it's heart.

“But Crane’s still out there.” Their leadership, their teamwork, was a pulse, their love a fire that burned through the Order’s challenge, but Alessio’s warning about Crane deepened the threat, a storm threatening their empire. --- The safe house’s command center was a scarred refuge, its dim light a shield against the city’s unrest. Kai sat by a map, his black jacket torn, his hand entwined with Gianna’s. She leaned beside him, her leather jacket loose, her emerald eyes fierce but tender, their rooftop moment lingering, their bond a fortress. Rosa’s screens glowed, her voice tense, cross-referencing Alessio’s intel. “Crane’s funding matches global accounts—Asia, Europe, South America. The O