The Crux Novels & Stories

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.

Cruz bragged. "Did I forget to mention that I fucked over a thousand bitches in the first half of this year? That's Cruz Westham! Now that I told you who I am, why don't you tell me who the fuck are you? I'm a genius, a perfectionist, a CEO, a Surgeon, and also a Fucker, so tell me who the fuck are you, Jessica Vegas! Who the hell do you think you are?" Cruz asked but Jessica was mute as she stared at him in disbelief.

Cruz. She turned to him. “Who is he, really?” Dante’s gaze cut to her, sharp but unreadable. “Cruz,” she pressed. “You say his name like it’s carved into your bones. Why? What did he do to you?” Dante studied her face for a long moment, the silence stretching thin. Then, slowly, he said, “Cruz is an old enemy. He’s taken what isn’t his, he’s spilled blood he shouldn’t have. Our worlds were never meant to cross, but he insists.”

Taking a deep breath, James slowly started to explain, “Ten years ago, I discovered that cavern by chance and obtained the first volume of this medical book along with the Crucifer. The book was instrumental to developing my medical skills.” James closed the chest and placed it on the table. The moment it shut, all the silver needles inserted in it immediately popped out. Then, James picked a single needle up at random. As soon as he raised it, the other silver needles flew toward it and connected to each other to form a small wire. “This is the Crucifier. I never knew the function of these silver needles and previously only used them as a weapon to kill. As it turns out, I’ve actually not b

A suffering man adorned with the crown of thrones. The crucifix is the emphasis on Christ's triumph over sin and death, not his suffering. However, doesn't this destitute picture of His make Evil happy? That's why they don't stop their chaos of destruction. No matter how lethal the fire of hell is or how fragrant heaven's flowers are, nothing can stop them! Now, Venessa is wondering if her cry is reaching God in such disturbances and chaos.

With the amount her father donates to the school every year, Vanessa was held in high prestige at Seattle high school. "What can I do for you, dear?", Mr. Bull asked in his nicest voice. Vanessa took her seat in front of his table and spoke up. "I have cramps all over my body", she said with a pitiful pout. Mr. Bull was confused at first. If she has cramps all over her body, then why is she here? What does she mean exactly? "Oh okay, I will make sure to place a call to the school nurse then", he finally said after a while.

A CRUSH Prologue " I like you, Simeon " Adriana Confessed Shyly, as her Ears turned red, this was the first time she was having a crush on a guy and telling him about it. " You what? " Simeon asked ignorantly Though he heard what she said. " I said I like you! " Adriana Replied, Repeating her earlier Words.

He lifted a hand slightly. “Zeus. Come.” It was not a request or order but final. Knox and Aurellia fell silent behind us as Crux turned and walked toward another doorway. I followed, every muscle tight, every instinct warning me that whatever came next wouldn’t be easy. The moment he stepped inside, Crux did something rare. He sat down, legs crossed. It was such a controlled, deliberate gesture that my entire spine tensed. Crux only sat when he had made a decision that couldn’t be undone.

Every time she questioned me about Chloe, I said, "Just crush a crystal." I thought the crystals would never run out. I thought she would always be there. But now I finally understood. I hadn't just lost my Luna. I had lost the alpha who was holding my pack together.

The air in the uncompleted building was thick with the scent of dust and raw, unfiltered desire. I stood in the shadows, my breath hitching as I watched them. Ajayi’s legs were spread wide, her fingers moving with a frantic, rhythmic intensity as she touched herself. Every moan that escaped her lips felt like a needle against my skin.