The Crux Novels & Stories

At the beginning, she thought it's just a Crush but when she realises it's not just a Crush and she had fallen head over heels for him her life turns upside down . When he's her crush , she didn't expect anything from him. She just wished to admire him. But when they are in love , she expected him to pamper her , love her and respect her. Both are poles apart. He's an extrovert who mingles with anyone easily while she's even unable to mingle with his friends. He's not that possesive type , while she's extremely possessive on him . Amidst the differences in their nature , it's their love that kept them together. What happens when an incident changes everything? Will they end up together or fa

The priest annouced. "Do you, Alpha Jacob, the great Alpha of silver pack, accept Cora Lorenzo, the daughter of beta of this great pack as your lawful wedded wife and Luna, to be together through thick and thin, to rule the pack together, make decisions together, love each other, support each other and always be by each other's side in sickness and in health, with diamonds or without diamonds, in happiness and sorrows, in pains and joy, till death do you apart?" The priest asked.

The loud crashing sound attracted everyone’s attention. She had to crane her neck to look up at him. And when she did, she wished she hadn’t. His intimidating steel-gray eyes had turned deeper with fury as they cut through her cerulean orbs. His sharp jawline was clenched tight and his brows had knitted down in disapproval. Her heart hammered inside her chest. It wasn't difficult to deduce that he was angry.

The maid knocked and disappeared before an answer could be heard from the otherside. I didn’t wait. I pushed the door open, my hand clutching the weapon inside my coat. “Ahh Mr Cruz.” He stood up from behind his desk, his hand hovering over the piece to the side of him, anticipating my next move. “I was wondering when I would be seeing you again.” He snarled at me. I paced forward, pulling my nine millimetre from my coat, pointing it directly at his forehead. Simultaneously, Luciano matched my movements, the shimmering metal in his hand was focused on me.

And now the apartment is silent just like always. I took steps toward the couch and slumped down on it. I clutched my hair and pulled it. I am bad. I'd done a bad deed for the first time and now god will punish me. I shouldn't have broken his heart. I did the same with him which Liam had done with me. Now there is no difference between me and him. We both are cruel. I have done a horrible thing. Today was one of the difficult days of my life. I suffered a lot today.

One eye had been gouged out, leaving behind a crisscross shaped scar. "Hey now, let's talk about this." Alex said. "We could be friends." The zombie like human lunged at her. He raised his rusted chipped machete over his head and let out the most horrible yowling sound Alex had ever heard, making her jump. She extended the crowbar in a quick slash, sending Crisscross sprawling, turning the howl into a yelp of pain.?A barrage of daggers followed after him, hitting him solidly.

POV RUBY The interior of the Cónclave hunter felt less like a ship and more like the inside of a ribcage. The walls were ribbed with black composite piping, and the floor hummed with a predatory, low-frequency vibration. Standing in the docking bay, surrounded by the scorched remains of the umbilical bridge and the scrap of our lost sanctuary, I felt a shift in the air. The "human" part of the neural bridge—the part that held my memories of art, of Florence, of the soft Tuscan sun—was being pushed into a corner.

She did not understand why the man in front of her always said the same things to her. "Done," said the man as he rose from his position. "Take this, you need it more than I do," said the man as he handed the small bottle that was in his hand to Angel. The woman looked at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding? I have some antiseptic supplies at home." She sighed softly. "Rather than that, thanks for treating me, Kevin." The man sighed softly. "How many times have I told you? My name is Calvine, not Kevin." The man looks to protest.

Chapter 87 My heart start to beat fast and it trigger my memory that it hurt my head. I was breathing so fast and my adrenaline is on the rush that I didn’t even realize that I save myself from that… my hands were working on it’s own and I drive harshly just to save myself from getting hit by the moving truck in the slope. I was scared but I was brave. I close my eyes tight as I successful pulled over and I cry and cry and feel the pain all over my head… and my heart.

The two were the ones leading the others in front so they moved forward to check what was happening. Whilst still inside the carriage, they could smell the stench of blood. Cheng Min felt her soul coming out of the body after taking a peek outside. She clenched the red curtains after seeing hundreds of dead bodies in the street. Those of men, the elderly, women and even young children.