The Flash Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

The leader picked up the handcuffs and cuffed Lucas, "Old son, let's see who is really unlucky." The team leader handcuffed Lucas, and the other officers also handcuffed the other men at the fastest speed. When leaving, the team leader kindly reminded, "You're so beautiful, try not to go out at night in the future, don't let these low-life thieves notice you." Isabella was truly embarrassed, she stealthily glanced at Quinn, only to see his expression was calm, no different from usual, which slightly eased her mind. Isabella quickly pulled Lila over. "Quinn, this is my best girlfriend, and also my only good friend, Lila."

She couldn’t take away his career, and as for money—making it had never been a problem for him, so he was happy to be generous. Seeing how seriously he meant it, much of Adora’s unease slowly faded. She took a deep breath, looked up at the man in front of her, and said with newfound resolve, “We can have a flash wedding. You’re the one taking the loss, not me. So, fine. "But it really is sudden, and I can’t accept sharing a bed with you right away. After we get married, we’ll live separately for now. "Once I’ve had time to adjust, maybe then we can… you know… progress. You get what I mean?”

*Flashback* Aubree's Pov One step, forward, the other backward. My hands were on his, while his hands were on mine. My eyes roamed all over his figure, devouring him with just my eyes. I could see him, I could hold his hands, but nothing more. All I could do was dance on the beat with him. The beat was proceeding and so was our dance. But now our hearts were beating in different rhythms. The music that used to be one, was now differentiated by the difference in the sound of our heartbeats.

“Because I need to end this. And monsters don’t die in the dark. You have to drag them into the light.” The Flashback The place I chose—7th and Cardenas—wasn’t random. It was the alleyway behind the old loft where Daniel and I used to sneak off when we were first dating. Back when everything was raw and beautiful and just beginning to rot. It’s also where I caught him once. Kissing Sophie. Against the same graffiti-covered wall where he once swore he’d never lie to me. Memory is a cruel companion. Midnight The city felt different at midnight.

The green shoot at the base suddenly erupted, its vines wrapping around Xander and me, weaving us into the very fabric of the biological ledger. The Final Exchange The White reached us. It didn't hurt. It was a sensation of being unraveled, thread by thread, and then rewoven into something impossible. I saw the billionaire romance, the Spire, the werewolves, and the mud all merge into a single, shimmering point of light. "Find me in the new draft," I whispered, my voice disappearing into the White. "I already have," Xander replied, his voice a ghost in my mind. The world went white, but the story did not end.